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The Romantic MovementAt 56-7-8-9...It dosen't matter
Of a well-known secret street, if you knock on the door
First once then three more knocks, you're let inside Alone and sometimes even not alone A maid, without saying a word, walk in front of you With stairs, endless hallways, come one after another Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels Aphrodites and Salomés If it's not already occupied, say that you want the 44 It's the room that here they call 'Cleopatra's' On the columns of its bed, standing watch, rococo-style Statues holding torches gaze below And between these slaves, naked, carved with ebony Who will be the silent witness of the scene While above a mirror reflects us Slowly I embrace Melody Melody Melody "尽管在金钱往来上,欠债是理应受到谴责的, 但奇怪的是, 处理得当的债务却是友谊和爱情的重要支柱. 良好的财政政策很可能是糟糕的爱情政策------因为爱情的一部分就是欠债, 同时愿意接受由于欠人东西而引起的不确定感, 把自己交给对方任凭处置, 让对方决定自己应该以何种方式何时还清债务."
"我在承认自己有某种需要时就在感情上袒露了胸怀-----没有你我就完了,我并不真像我表面上装出来的那样独立坚强, 我只是个远不那么值得钦佩的弱者, 我对人生的道路和意义并没有多少把握. 在我流着眼泪把一切告诉你时, 我相信你不会去告诉别人, 要是让别人知道我就完了, 在我不再装出色迷迷的样子瞧着晚会上其他人,而是承认心里只有你的时候, 我也撕破了小心翼翼地摆出来的不易坠入情网的伪装. 我变得毫无防卫之力, 命运完全掌握在别人手里, 就像是马戏团里绑在木板前的演员, 任凭别人飞刀扔在离我肌肤只有几英寸远的地方, 这些刀子全是我自愿递给对方的. 我允许你看见我蒙受耻辱, 犹豫彷徨, 失去自信, 憎恨自己, 因此无法使你得出不同的结论来. 我很弱, 因为我让你看见我半夜三点钟时惊慌失措的面孔, 我无缘无故的焦虑, 完全忘却了我在晚饭时夸夸其谈的那些乐观的哲学观念. 我学会了接受这种巨大的风险: 尽管我不是日常生活中那个信心十足的名人, 尽管你对我各种各样的恐惧和焦虑了如指掌, 但你依然会爱我."
-------------------Alain De Botton
渐渐以前的我, 读过不少书, 看过不少故事, 见过不少人. 清楚自己要什么, 不要什么.
想过要做个清高的人. 跟油盐柴米酱醋远远的脱离关系.
因为, 我不喜欢妈妈在我刚吃饱坐着享受生活的时候开始收拾屋子. 这样会让我难受, 想做什么, 又不想真的站起来. 我也不喜欢陪她去逛各种超市和市场, 看着她为了晚餐全家吃什么最营养而伤脑筋, 我也不欣赏当她发现离家很远的地方卖的蔬菜瓜果既便宜又新鲜时脸上的欣喜表情. 我更不喜欢她手上越来越厚的茧. 我觉得像个罪人.又恼又羞. 我不喜欢她对我生气失望时对我说我不懂她做的一切都是为了我好. 我会哭会难过也会愧疚, 但我没能理解.
我以为. 我并没有这样要求过, 就没有责任去分担.
我以前总是喜欢那些可以跟我一起谈论音乐电影流行服饰和咖啡的女孩子. 我对伶牙俐齿砍价时绝不留情的女孩子总有种距离感. 生活常识, 对我来说总是不如那些流行资讯更让我感觉亲切.
直到今天, 我发现原来我们都是那么幼稚.
而时间很可怕,渐渐改变你以为熟悉的一切.
我见过的不食人间烟火的仙女, 都慢慢变成菜市骂街的泼妇.
最好笑的是没人愿意去理解. 这些都是为了谁.
没人愿意扔掉一颗清高的心, 没人天生就愿意不计较一切的付出. 变的自己都没有感觉. 掏心挖肺对一个人好而其实人家根本不需要.即使这并不是故意. 就像我无意伤害母亲的感情, 而那种'不得不这么去做才这样去做'的弥补, 也许她并不稀罕.
我觉得我的心, 好像没有那么热了.
渐渐. 原因不愿承认, 也说不出来. A Moment To RememberI don't wanna hear a word in my ears.
I don't wanna say a word from my mouth.
i just hope it won't be a little bit too late.
feel like it's meaningless
i tried, failed, and i try again
i might be wrong, or u r gonna prove it to me one day.
maybe u r being always work on it.
I don't know.
i'm outside. trying to get into, but so hard.
do u ever understand that the 's' word is not what i want to get
I've been waitting for so long. Things you'll never say. Things you'll never do.
Love StoryWhere do I begin
to tell a story of how great a love can be the sweet love story that is older than the sea the simple truth about the love she brings to me Where do I start With her first hello she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine There'd never be another love another time She came into my life and made the living fine she fills my heart, she fills my heart with very special things with angel songs, with wild imaginings She fills my soul with so much love that anywhere I go I'm never lonely. With her along who could be lonely I reach for her hand it's always there How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say: I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away and she'll be there How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say: I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away and she'll be there
呵呵 真是浪漫... 我喜欢这个歌
真相心有余而力不足
自我安慰和欺骗
终会有一天当我想起你
泪流满面, 后悔莫及 知足于是常乐如果每一种设身处地的疼惜所需要的回应不过是体肤之层次的一时关怀与即兴感动
那么所谓平衡也不过是很滑稽的外星谬论
我不知道这个世界上有谁能够把公平两个字说得圆满
反正我不能
辩证地来看我甚至不能分清楚相信"公平的存在"与否的具体差别
可也没见谁一直追究下去
再聪明的人活得太嚣张一段日子之后也会变得不分轻重不懂道理
被浇过一盆,甚至数盆冷水之后开始反省
往往发现最初的理论和直觉永远是最正确的
无论其中的过程多么不想承认
在这时不得不退让 然后妥协
你觉得委屈的时候不会察觉的到
可是清醒过来再想想
既然对方已是恩人
还有什么非要再去计较?
别人能给的, 仔细收好.
别人不能给的, 不想给的, 就不再去眺望.
Ann 和 乔
希望你们新年快乐 QuietBaby says I can't come with him
And I had read all of this in his eyes Long before he even said so Why go, I asked You know and I know why And it'll be just as quiet when I leave As it was when I first got here I don't expect anything I don't expect anything Take care I've been hurt before Too much time spend on closing doors You may hate me, but I'll remember to love you Goodbye Don't cry You know why And it'll be just as quiet when I leave As it was when I first got here I don't expect anything I don't expect anything All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery As they steal your best memories away What if I was someone different in your only history? Would you feel the same As I walk out the door Never to see your face again Never to see your face again And it'll be just as quiet when I leave As it was when I first got here It'll be just as quiet when I leave As it was when I first got here I don't expect anything I don't expect anything I don't expect anything I don't expect anything I don't expect anything I don't expect anything to change when I leave
I thought we could make it right this time around. I tried.. La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas它会需要关怀
也喜欢过的慵懒 你在它的眼睛里永远看不到敌意
它们只想这样...过它们自己的生活而已..
可是..... 这些恨... 是从哪里来的..
这些恨... 又应该到哪里去...
这就是我讨厌皮草的原因. 不仅仅是因为它们看起来像是没有文化的土财主. 我觉得吧..时间早一些的时候,人很容易因为年少轻狂的鲁莽冲撞到别人,或是觉得被别人的鲁莽所冲撞.
总有那么几个人看着不顺眼,或者没什么原因就是觉得她讨厌.
所有的隔阂和摩擦,未必是实体的才算数.
还有一些误会和传言,在一大群各自有各自想法的人群中,就如同细菌滋长在潮湿的环境中.
人与人就这样渐行渐远.
直到你被各种各样的人忽略,背叛,藐视,激怒.
回头想起那个你不愿与之多言的人.
道歉的话,却再也说不出口.
喜欢片段中 有些散落
有些深刻的錯 还不懂这一秒钟怎麼舉動 怎麼好好地和誰牽手 那寂寞有些許不同 我挑著留下沒說 那生活還過分激動,沒什麼我已經以為能夠把握 而我不再覺得失去是捨不得 有時候只願意聽你唱完一首歌 在所有人事已非的景色裡 我最喜歡你 片段中 有些散落
有些深刻的錯 就快懂这一秒钟怎麼舉動 怎麼好好和你過 那寂寞有些許不同 我挑著留下沒說 那生活還過分激動,沒什麼我已經以為能夠把握 你知道 你曾經讓人被愛並且經過 畢竟是有著怯怯但能給的沉默 在所有不被想起的快樂裏 我最喜歡你 而我明白覺得失去是捨不得 有時候只願意聽你唱完一首歌 在所有人事已非的景色裡 我最喜歡你 而我不再覺得 最好的时光三次。我从不曾在场。
而转眼都已经快到第四个年头。说这样的数字我自己也不甘。
事到如今我想以后也不会再有机会来庆祝或者弥补我的缺席。
继续走吧。就像我一直对你说的那样。
我把我最好的时光,亲手献给我自己的背叛。
生日快乐。以后都要快乐。 找事我特别佩服那种有事不问,有话不说,特别能憋屈自己的那种人,特别是女人,能做到这点真是特别不易。
但是注意,想知道但是不问,和不好奇才不问是不一样的。个中区别自己体会。
不好奇,不问。就是说特别洒脱。这种洒脱是除非特别喜欢纠结的人应该都有过的感受。
人,是决定因素。
克制,不问。其实也是有大智慧的一种表现。通常来说有两大原因,一个是自己估摸着差不多,可是不好意思问,怕被当成问白痴问题的白痴,比如在课堂上老师讲了好几遍别人都明白了但就是你没听懂的问题;另一个也是自己估摸着差不多,却是怕听到自己不愿意听到的答案,所以不问,搞不好刺激到自己,心情郁闷半天,很不值当,比如问问你的女朋友之前有过多少个男朋友。
事,是决定因素。
问题是。总是有人聪明一世糊涂一时。过得好好的突然蹦出来一个傻问题。不问吧,想知道。问了吧,情愿不知道。
这个问题的实质其实不在于人家怎么回答。而在于真相。你愿不愿意听着善意的谎言过一辈子?我觉得肯定有不少人愿意。可是你愿意了,人家需要圆谎的人还不愿意呢。圆一辈子谎,就为了让你心情好。累吧。真相如果不是那么不堪,提问和回答都比较轻松一些。当然这么美好的事情发生机率最高的时期是在人之初。如果大结局的时候谁还摊上一个问出来听到完美回答的好事,那就真是可以逍遥快活了。
在这里人们很难找到平衡点。好奇不好奇,一方面代表了在意不在意,当然不是全部代表我的意思是。问不问出来,则可以全全代表此人傻还是不傻。不过犯过傻的人也不必太过自责,这个世界上总有一些东西的共振可以颠覆一个智商300+的人百分之90的理智,比如好奇心+冲动+来回叮咚作响的在意之心。有些人二的,连自己是不是真的那么想知道都没考虑清楚就把一颗手榴弹问题抛出来。你让回答的人怎么面对。
人最好和蔼一点,别为难别人。何况你还在乎人家。
要不就是我的想法太过保守,总觉得了结所有过去才能义无反顾地有新开始。可是过去如果真的有那么容易被抛弃,那为什么总有人还想着一丝一缕的回忆?
所以,要不做个完美的人,要不做个洒脱的人。
议论完毕。
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巴黎人太多。乱糟糟。
几乎没有人真正关心‘别人’,而他们的心中绝大多数都是‘别人’。
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掌握不好缝纫机。每次走出来的东西都被老师嘲笑。我真是够了。我要日日踩夜夜踩,我就不信玩不过个缝纫机。
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法国鸽子从小受的教育不一样,觉得人不会抓他们去烤了吃。
我们从小接受的环境也不一样,从来只是听别人说,堕胎对女方身体不好。所以不要去做。我们还年轻,从来没认真考虑过这种事情。依稀记得有个朋友曾跟我说,她杀人了。当时的我只担心了她的身体健康会不会受到损害,没有太牵挂她的心理如何能够承担下来,甚至从来没有想过,那个孩子是一个生命。
你可以自己做选择,可是没有任何人的生活高于其他人的生命之上。
不要犯错。
送给我美丽的,坚强的朋友。他离开了,而我和你同在。
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin? Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys. Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes? I payed for the murder before they determined the sex Choosing our life over your life meant your death And you never got a chance to even open your eyes Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you faught for your life? Would you have been a little genius in love with math? Would you have played in your schoolclothes and made me mad? Would you have been a little rapper like your papa da Piper? Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters? I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose? And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow? Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been Happy birthday... All I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday) All I thought was a dream (make a wish) Was as real as it seemed I made a mistake
I've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have? I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad The fear of being a father has never disappeared Pondering frequently while I'm zippin' on my beer My vision of a family was artificial and fake So when it came time to create I made a mistake Now you've got a little brother maybe he's really you? Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we was confused? Maybe everytime that he smiles it's you proudly knowin' that your father's doin' the right thing now? I never tell a woman what to do with her body But if she don't love children then we can't party Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been Happy birthday... And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin Maybe one day we could meet face to face? In a place without time and space Happy birthday... 我怎么忘了我的志向要做一个尤物。
Any man of mine better be proud of me
Even when I'm ugly he still better love me And I can be late for a date that's fine But he better be on time Any man of mine'll say it fits just right When last year's dress is just a little too tight And anything I do or say better be okay When I have a bad hair day And if I change my mind A million times I wanna hear him say Yeah I like it that way Any man of mine better walk the line Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time I need a man who knows, how the story goes He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fine treatin' Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind Well any man of mine better disagree When I say another woman's lookin' better than me And when I cook him dinner and I burn it black He better say, mmmm, I like it like that yeah This is what a woman wants... "Have u met him?"
"I think i just lost one."
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