Blair: Chuck, NYU is not the Upper East Side. They don't care about Constance, or social hierarchy. They don't care that I'm Blair Waldorf! It's over.
Chuck: How can you do this to me?
Blair: What are you talking about?
Chuck: I'm Chuck Bass. And I told you I love you. You're saying I'm easier to win over than a bunch of pseudo-intellectual homesick malcontents. You really insult me like that?
Blair: That's not how it is.
Chuck: It's exactly how it is. The next time you forget you're Blair Waldorf, remember I'm Chuck Bass. And I love you.

hahaaa i like this one (:
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roger that, roger.
R: aha you hit the spot.
andrew: you pig!

the girl tries to emit the beacon of passion through those shrouded eyes

but everything seems feigned no matter how

her confidence elapses ; her perceptions waver

altering her faith in the supposed

alternating in her eyes, are fear and apprehensiveness

the girl wonders, ponders

will her courage run out someday?

when will that day arrive, when she no longer has what it takes to put one step in front of the other?

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the girl prostrates as the unexpected wave of trauma hits her

the reminiscent images speed vividly before her burning eyes

swift yet luculent

"esto no pudo ser", there comes her faint murmur

32/40

each of the remaining eight weight me down with an increasing heartache

eight ponderous anchors, rusty indeed

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i wish i could blame it on

"the anxiety of having to use a calculator with fading, virtually transparent numbers on its screen"

and say

"it's so unfair, you'd freak out if your calculator broke down seconds before your big business"

*how much more ill-fated can you get?

"then you've gotta rush around the office like a mad cow

tryna borrow one under the austere, dissaproving-and not to mention "i-told-you-so" glints impinged on you

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but if i had retained my composure and tranquility instead,

there would have been a slight twist to what lies before my eyes now

so in the end all the blame is projected on solicitousness instead

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to me,

poignant regrets don't mean failing without knowing how you did

it's to fail when you knew exactly what you could have done

but couldn't have done so

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best regards to you,

gracias por hacer mi dia

usted es el faro de luz en la oscuridad inmensa