你和天空之間

★Lucien >> Atlantis★ 台中的餐廳都好漂亮！請台北學習！ 說:
noone is gonna be there for you anyway
gotta stand up straight by urself

over more competition makes more education and then distort human nature.

Bertrand Arthur William Russell

接受專訪時說的



「我覺得只要你願意，就願意了，每一件事情都會願意，即使在別人眼裡那可能很傻，但是因為你願意，就不是犧牲，沒有委屈了。」


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誌之：）


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雖然不知幸好還是可惜他後來跟周杰倫沒什麼結果。

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-- W.B Yeats

Don't ever let somebody tell you you can't do something.
Not even me. All right?
You got a dream, you gotta protect it.
People can't do something themselves, they want to tell you you can't do it.
You want something, go get it. Period.


The Pursuit of Happyness

「我知道一切都會變成廢墟，但我並沒有想要永恆。」

最後一根柱子倒下以前

你心裡想著誰?

it's not because angels are holier
than men or devils that makes them angels,
but because they do not expect holiness
from one another, bur from GOD only

--William Blake

比討厭妳的男孩更令人棘手的

就是喜歡妳的男孩了



偷書賊


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真不愧是現在擺在最醒目位置的書 ........

" If you love something very very much, let it go free.
If it doesn't come back, it means it does not belong to you.
If it does, please love it forever."
－－ Good Will Hunting

演唱：蔡依林 詞：大麥 曲：古皓

呼吸著一種孤獨的味道
心跳在你沉默後慢慢的被淡忘掉
我笑了笑 反正你看不到 我要的幸福 遺落在你懷抱
當愛失了焦 那些最初的美好 早被你擱在ㄧ角
街上擁擠人潮 走著看著都是催眠符號
記憶停不了 穿過讀過你的心跳
穿過想你的味道 我只想不被打擾
假裝多好 我只要 只想要 再擁有一秒
去相信你的擁抱 ㄧ直會讓我依靠
繼續等待 還心甘情願的不想逃

當愛失了焦 那些最初的美好 早被你擱在ㄧ角
街上擁擠人潮 走著看著都是催眠符號
記憶停不了 穿過讀過你的心跳
穿過想你的味道 我只想不被打擾

假裝多好 我只要 只想要 再擁有一秒
去相信你的擁抱 ㄧ直會讓我依靠
繼續等待 心甘情願的不想逃

假裝多好 依然是 依然是 曖昧的tone調
ㄧ個人無理取鬧 兩人世界的煎熬
我被自己 困在自己設下的圈套


像是駝鳥 相信時間是唯一解藥
視而不見 傻到了無可救藥
其實早明瞭 你的愛已隨風飄
想要找 再也找不到


假裝多好 我只要 只想要 再擁有一秒
去相信你的擁抱 還心甘情願的不想逃
假裝多好 依然是 依然是 曖昧的tone調
ㄧ個人無理取鬧 兩人世界的煎熬
我被自己 困在自己設下的圈套

假裝自己 已解開冰冷的手銬

Edge
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.


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寫在Wintering背後
寫於她自殺的清晨

The odour from the flower is gone

Which like thy kisses breathed on me;

The colour from the flower is flown

Which glowed of thee and only thee!


A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,

It lies on my abandoned breast;

And mocks the heart, which yet is warm

With cold and silent rest.


I weep --- my tears revive it not;

I sigh --- it breathes no more on me:

Its mute and uncomplaining lot

Is such as mine should be.