那一间 我常以 打卡式去的咖啡店。

那一间 我常以 打卡式去的咖啡店。
深爱太伤人了 既然爱可以做了 那谁去谈啊
午夜,你的样子不再出现在我的梦里了。 现在我的梦五彩缤纷,有美丽的花和草, 还有人陪我唱歌放风筝, 没有下雨了。
我想写 像三毛写荷西 写生活 写与异族伴侣生活的 恐怖事迹 诉让人疯狂爆笑的 血泪史。
Dear Little Friday, I hope you are well now.
要在这个如残渣般的世界生存,你不需要看得太清晰。 我从来没有听说过这个来自与我同一个国家的女人。书里除了文字书内还有大把的画和照片。 循着书名看下去我一路燃烧,一个小时内书看完心也烧成灰烬。一堆残留在树洞内的灰烬,风一吹什么都不是,却又洞内留下深深的燃烧痕迹。
And so it is the Leo’s time The quick wit is bound to shine. How you have grown I don’t quite know. I was folding your nappy And suddenly you don’t … Continue reading To the Leo
They asked me
What do you want to do
When you are retired?
Oh
That’s a good question
That’s a valid question.
That is a question I have to answer.
But
What is ‘retired’?
Oh
Then I don’t know the answer.
But I know
I want to do
What I do now till I can’t do it no more.
I want to
Write as long as I can
Style as long as I could
Work with people as long as I know how to.
If retired is to be able to do what you like
Then my friend
I am a retiree.
I love what I do
It is hobby
Yet it supports my living.
Isn’t it wonderful?
What do you want to do
When you’re retired?
Can you make your job
Something you can do
Till the end of day?
Don’t
Don’t wait till that ‘retired’ day
To live the life you want.
I don’t know much about sibling rivalry. We didn’t have that – at least for me. All I ever wanted as a kid was to be as good as my big … Continue reading .Happy Birthday Rockstar.
如果文具是糖果,我早就撑死了。 年过三十的我,到现在还是不断在掏钱买文具,以收集之名继续行走各大书店和每个国外zakka铺。书和文具,本来就是很玄的东西。 买得多并不意味着用得上。书房里八成的笔记本、书签和明信片都没有用过。各式各样的蜡笔、水彩、颜色笔都是睡不着时的慰籍,用完后还必须顺序排回原位。颜料和铅笔都是不可以随便买便宜品牌就算的事情,品质天囊地别,一不小心会让自己痛不欲生;画着画着颜色笔的铅断了,挫了一个重印在画本上,不然就是毛笔总是脱毛,最难过还是那铅笔完全感觉不到铅的成分。怎么了?
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” Ray Douglas Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012) was an American … Continue reading AUTHOR ON READING: RAY BRADURY
“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable … Continue reading Author on Reading: Steven King
亲爱的 我为你心疼啊 总是背负着还债似的命运 重复被本应该是最亲的人伤害 如果连血脉都无缘 那你还能依靠谁呢 亲爱的 别人说你冷淡 却从来不懂你已失去太多 无数次在期待中失望与孤单 却无从解释 你说还能相信谁呢 亲爱的 我为你掉泪啊 善良的心总是在夜里难过 没有谁比你更响往和谐共处 奈何尽力却不可强求 难道还是无缘份 亲爱的 我唯有更用力 填补那躯壳内空洞的灵魂 尝试引出匿藏在黑暗处 忘记了何为被爱的瞳孔 还是有机会的。
一百二十天原始人的生活后,她相信,当人类祖先没有名字地活在荒野中,就跟他们的捕猎对象没什么区别。而人之所以跟动物不同,是因为我们有了名字,所以跟别人不同,才可以被人记住,自己才变得重要 -- 或者说,有了名字,人才变得自私,是这样吗? 什么时候我喜欢上了思维极端的悬疑故事呢?《偷窥一百二十天》就是一个这样的故事。
When I think of my wife, I always think of the back of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain, trying to get answers. The primal … Continue reading Movie Review: Gone Girl