Tuesday, February 3, 2015

I havent quite came in here for awhile, it was long forgotten here ; abandoned. Someone just found it back for me. P.s i love you.thousand miles away.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Its like you're screaming and noone can hear.
You almost feel ashamed,that someone could that be important,now without them,you feel like nothing.
Noone will ever understand how much it hurts.
You feel hopeless.
But nothing can save you.
And when its over,and its gone.
You almost wished that you could have all the bad stuffs back,so that you can have the good.
冬眠了两年,外面的世界转了几回?

是时候了

Friday, April 13, 2012

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Thursday, April 12, 2012


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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Sunday, April 1, 2012

喜歡聽歌感人的歌 它讓我覺得愛是對的 睡不著我就醒著 喜歡唱歌動人的歌 它讓我獲得一點心得 得不到我就放掉 不再讓日子被打亂了 寂寞很吵我很安靜 情緒很多我很鎮定 因為投入所以放棄 不願再被痛醒 固執算不算任性的要求 付出也可能看不到結果 終於你還是選擇了放手 用逃避讓感情犯錯 承諾算不算任性的要求 人總是不能太容易感動 當愛失去自我失去包容 只想要從混亂解脫 不去碰觸到我的需要 喜歡聽歌動人的歌 它讓我覺得愛是對的

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Monday, February 28, 2011




Saturday, February 26, 2011

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I can't believe what you said to me
Last night we were alone
You threw your hands up
Baby, you gave up, you gave up

I can't believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies

Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punch line just a joke?

I'll never talk again, oh boy, you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless
And I'll never love again, oh boy, you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless

I can't believe how you slurred at me
With your half wired broken jaw
You popped my heart, seams
On my bubble dreams, bubble dreams

I can't believe how you looked at me
With your Johnnie Walker eyes
He's gonna get you and after he's through
There's gonna be no love left to rye

And I know that it's complicated
But I'm a loser in love, so baby
Raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends

I'll never talk again, oh boy, you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless so speechless
And I'll never love again, oh friend, you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless

How? How? How?
How? How? How?

And after all the drinks and bars that we've been to
Would you give it all up? Could I give it all up for you?
And after all the boys and the girls that we've been through
Would you give it all up? Could you give it all up if I promise boy to you?

That I'll never talk again and I'll never love again
I'll never write a song, won't even sing along
I'll never love again, so speechless
You left me speechless, so speechless

Will you ever talk again?
Oh boy, why you so speechless?
You've left me speechless, so speechless
Some men may follow me
But you choose any girl but me
Why you so speechless? Oh, oh

Saturday, January 1, 2011

i lost my way though. i need some light or shadow whatever it is to help me though

Friday, December 31, 2010

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Thursday, December 30, 2010








Wednesday, December 29, 2010

“‘This… stuff’? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff”
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Sunday, December 26, 2010