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purpledreamdust:

Infinite stealing hearts with their lovely Engrish right after their debut. Enjoy ^^

[Sunggyu]
I gotta see yaboo
an da hurtz all ober da word tonight
said the hurtz all ober da word tonight
hai needja boo (Oh~)
I gotta see ya boo (Yeah~)
an da hurtz all ober da word tonight
said the hurtz all ober da word tonight

[Hoya]
HEY little muma
OOH you’re a stunna
HOT little figure
YESHU in da wed

I’m so glad to be yours
Your oppressor you wonhae

[Dongwoo]
OH liddle cutie
When you talk to me
Swear the horl word stops
you’re my sweetard an
I’m so glad datchur mine
You are an oval kind and

[Sunggyu]
You mean to me what I mean to you
and togeda baby, dawr is nothin we wondu

[Hoya]
Kudgifa gatchu
I don’t need any money
I don’t need kers
Gull your my aall~

[Sunggyu]
And OH, I’m into you
and gur NO one erse would do
With ebry kiss, and ebry hug
you maeng me fall in love 

and now I know I cam bidi only one
I beti turds all ober da word tonight
with the lobeu their life who feel~

[Woohyun] (his voice here is just *_*)
what I feel when I’m

[Inphiniteu]
Widi you widi you
widi you widi you widchu (Gurr~)
With you with you
widi you widi you widchu (Ogre~)

[Sunggyu] 
Hi don’t won nobadi yeal~
Without chu der’s no one ers dan
You’re like chedders on saturDAYY
I gotta have you and I cannot wait, now

[Myungsoo]
HEY little shorty
SAY you care for me
NO I can’t for you
KNOW that I beatchu
KNOW that I’m warlike
KNOW that I be try

[Woohyun]
to feed you everything, yeah

[Dongwoo]
Cuz if I gotchu
I don’t need money
I don’t need kers

[Sunggyu]
Gur, you my aall~ 
and oh~

[Hoya]
I’m into you (into you)
and no one erse would do
With ebry kiss and ebry hug
You make me fall and love 
and now I know I can’t bidi only one
cuzi tarts all ober the word tonight
With the lobeu their lives who feel~
What I feel when I’m

[Inphiniteu]
Widi you widi you
widi you widi you widchu (gerl~)
Widi you widi you 
widi you widi you widchu (yeah~)

[Woohyun] 
And I, will never try to deny
datchu are my whole life 
cuz if you, ever let me do (it’s supposed to be ‘if you, ever let me go.’)
I would die, so I won’t front.

[Sunggyu]
I don’t need another woman
I just need awr or nothing

[Inphiniteu]
If I got that, I’ll be sweet. (it’s supposed to be ‘I’ll be straight.’)
Baby, you’re the best part of my day~

[Yadong]
I need a boo~
gotta see the boo

[Hoya]
and the hurtz all ober the word tonight (hey)
said the hurtch all ober the word tonight (No~)

[Yadong]
They need a boo (They need it)
Gotta see the boo

[Dongwoo]
said the hartch all ober the word tonight (WORD tonight~)
and the hartch all ober the word tonight (No~)

[Hoya]
And yeah I’m into you (I’m into you BABY)
and no one erse would do (Woah~)
Cuj with every kiss (every kiss)
and every hug (every hug)

[Inphiniteu]
you make me fall in love
and now I (Ai~)
know I can bidi only one 

[Hoya]
Beti turts all over the word tonight
with the lobeu their lives who feel
what I feel when I’m

[Inphiniteu]
Widi you widi you widi you widi you witchu (girl~)
With you with you with you with you witchu (yeah~)
With you with you with you with you witchu (WID YU)
With you with you with you with you witchu (Hey yeah~)

[Hoya]
Infinit!

(via namnambunny)

myfavkmusic:

김진표 (ft. 잔디) (Kim Jin-pyo (ft. Jandi)) - 쿨하게 헤어지는 방법

(via raddio)

av0idant: pervocracy: thatscienceguy: I’m sure everyone has heard about the great Lake Baikal, and if you haven’t,boy, are you missing out. This ancient lake, which is about 25 million years old, and thought to be the oldest in the world, contains 20% of the world’s unfrozen fresh water. That’s right, it contains just 1% less fresh water than all the Great Lakes combined,while it’s surface area is over 7 times smaller. Why is that, you ask? It’s because Lake Baikal is the deepest lake in the world: It’s maximum depth is 1642 meters, which is deep enough for the Eiffel Tower to stand on itself 5 times and not reach the surface. But it gets better: the Lake Baikal is among the clearest lakes of the world, so you can see the bottom to a depth of nearly 40 meters, and you can drink right from it, no purifying needed. Furthermore, Lake Baikal sustains 2630 different species of animals and plants, 80% of which are unique to it, and can’t be found anywhere else. Oh, and by the way? Under both the lake and it’s underwater sediment some of Earth’s tallest mountains(plural!) are submerged, their height over 7000 meters. Lake Baikal is perhaps one of the world’s most amazing, awe-inspiring, and unique locations, and I would seriously recommend everybody who has some free time on their hands to discover more on their own. P.S. Have I mentioned that when it freezes (fully, whoa!) it’s ice looks like this? And you can listen to some beautiful sounds you can make with it here! Lake Baikal has seals, even though it’s more than a thousand miles from any ocean.  No one’s really sure how they got there. have we fucked this up yet? we’re going to fuck this up
twigwise: bluebellanon: jakeyelias: gabrielsbutt: toburnbright: Oh, wow. The usual version of wing tattoos where they’re folded up against the shoulder blades doesn’t appeal to me but these… oh yes. GET ON MY BODY still really love this. Oh, there should be wing!fic where the tattoo changes to real wings as someone is watching … You had always admired his tattoos. He was positively covered in them; a spade on the back of his left hand, the words “love is all we live for” across his chest, beautiful, vibrant splashes of watercolor-like skin-art almost dripping down his thighs onto bands of pink and red around his calves. They hugged him, lean and wiry as he was, and they suited him perfectly. It was like they bound his soul to his body. But none of them seemed as real, as completely him, as his wings. You’ll freely admit that you have a bit of a kink for tattoos, and you’ve dated more than one person with wings on their back, but none of them were as intricate or as realistic as his. Sometimes, you swear that as he walks around your apartment, bare of a shirt, the feathers ruffle. It’s almost like the dark ink is never the same way twice. And god, he’s sensitive about them, too. You asked who did them, if you  could get something like them, and he almost hissed. So defensive, he won’t tell who his artist was. Not like that was the only way he was sensitive about them. The way he moans when you’re having sex and you drag your hands over his wings, you’d think you were his fucking god.  You’ve called him your angel more than once. He always laughed, brushed it off. And you’d ghost your hands over his shoulderblades, marveling at how soft his skin was as he melted under your touch. But not this time. It’s been a year since you started dating, and you just proposed, and here your angel is, shaking his head, looking worried. “You wouldn’t want me to marry you, if you knew.” “Knew what?” You’re surprised at how distant your voice sounds. At how heavy the air feels.  He turns around and shucks his shirt, exposing his gorgeous shoulders, the beautiful curve of his spine, his lovely tattoos. “What are you-“ You only get out half a thought when you notice the air around him shimmer. You blink once, then twice, convinced you’re seeing things- it’s almost like the feathers are moving on his skin. And then, you realize, they are. It starts with the leading feathers, secondaries, you think they’re called. They peel off his flesh, like a sticker from paper. For a moment, they’re ephemeral, a two-dimensional apparition in three-dimensional space. Then the air shimmers some more (glittering would be a more suitable word) and you catch the barest hint of whispers, and they’re suddenly real.  The other feathers, and then the flesh and strong muscle follow, tawny and speckled, matching his freckled skin. They’re bigger than at first, too- the five foot wingspan that stretched across his arms and back rustling into reality at least fifteen feet wide. From where you’re standing, as he flexes the no doubt tense muscle, you’re walled in by impossible wings. They smell like his hair. It takes a few minutes when the transfiguration is complete for you to realize that he’s talking to you. You had been staring in awe at your angel’s feathers; he was staring at your face over his shoulder. You stumble over your words. “P-pardon me?” There’s a faint trace of his normal smile on his face, twisted by bitterness. “I said, see? I’m kind of a mutant.” You shake your head and step forward, tracing a finger lightly over his wing joints. Dimly you’re aware of how he trembles just like always, his wings sensitive like nothing else. “Why would I- why did you keep this hidden? They’re gorgeous, my god…” “Mutants aren’t really welcomed by most, you know.” “I’m not most.” You turn away from his wings and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his neck and reveling in the feeling of farm feathers around you. “Can you fly?” He chuckles lightly. “Of course I can.” You duck under his wings, circling to his front so he can see just how big your smile is. “Show me.”