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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Taylor Swift - Tell Me Why
I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I’m bulletproof, but I’m not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground I see who you are
I’m sick and tired of your attitude I’m feeling like I don’t know you You tell me that you love me then cut me down And I need you like a heartbeat But you know you got a mean streak Makes me run for cover when you’re around Here’s to you and your temper Yes, I remember what you said last night I know that you see what you’re doing to me Tell me why
Well you could write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day Well I get so confused and frustrated Forget what I’m trying to say, oh
I’m sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in You tell me that you want me, then push me around And I need you like a heartbeat But you know you got a mean streak Makes me run for cover when you’re around Here’s to you and your temper Yes, I remember what you said last night And I know that you see what you’re doing to me Tell me why
Why…do you have to make me feel small So you can feel whole inside? Why…do you have to put down my dreams So you’re the only thing on my mind?
Well, I’m sick and tired of your attitude Feeling like I don’t know you You tell me that you want me then cut me down I’m sick and tired of your reasons I’ve got no one to believe in You ask me for my love then you push me around Here’s to you and your temper Yes, I remember what you said last night And I know that you see what you’re doing to me Tell me why Why, tell me why, oh
I take a step back, let you go I told you I’m not bulletproof Now you know
“They’re both me.”
Adventure Time S9E10
now that you’re close, I feel like coming undone
It takes two to speak the truth — one to speak, and another to hear.
Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (via philosophybits)
There are objects you may desire but cannot explain. There are objects that are not nouns, there are actions that are not verbs. There are things we want that exist at the edge of the forest, at the rim of the ocean, just over the hill, just out of sight.
Charles Yu, Sorry Please Thank You (via quotespile)
It is only in two senses, that any affection can be called unreasonable. First, when a passion, such as hope or fear, grief or joy, despair or security, is founded on the supposition or the existence of objects, which really do not exist. Secondly, when in exerting any passion in action, we choose means insufficient for the designed end, and deceive ourselves in our judgment of causes and effects.
David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature (via philosophybits)
Afterglow, Taylor Swift
I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.
Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via quotespile)
“Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.”
— Hedonist Poet
one of the best feelings is being caught off guard by someone's kindness towards you, especially when you're having a bad day, and you can't stop thinking about it for the next two weeks
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“Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.”
— Ray Bradbury, The October Country