（长天雪夜，怀旧最宜...）

很早以前我就发现，血糖不稳定的时候，听Brett的哭腔特别合适。耳朵里嗡嗡地，四肢百骸微微颤抖，缺氧的感觉跟外星球一样的音乐融合个十足十。

“总有一天，人们将随着旋律起舞。”

哪怕那个人，挂着一脸冰霜，无所谓地唱，我们都是猪。你也不例外。够坦白，够痛快。

多么惋惜，还没邂逅，就只剩追忆。那么妖艳的嘶吼，也能轻易地消失得一点不剩。外星人们玩够了惊鸿一瞥，抛弃了我们这群无趣的人与事。

你们在乎什么，我不在乎什么。你们累了么，醉了么，正好沉睡。我是老了，就这样流连在断了弦的吉他飘散了的传奇里无法回头。

多少年后，我原地恭候，而你玩笑戏谑，却永不再舞。正如你说过，一切终将逝去。

 

She was enchanted when born, by her dear naughty witch godmother, to obey every order people command.

She couldn’t help it. Nor could she stop it. She almost lost everything because of it.

Luckily she realized before the end, that all she needs is a mirror. All she needs is a simple word to herself from herself; 'Stop.'"

 

This neat little story inspired me in a way, that in most cases, it’s always ourselves and nobody else that put the thorn crown on our head and let it pierce.

How often does one simply get addicted to the suffering and start to believe the bitterness and pain will finally bring the nirvana, or at least, count on it to stop one from killing themselves for all the virtues that eventually get lost? To some of us, solitude is poison, and pain is placebo. With arms open, eyes closed, we sink so that we do not fall.

To do or not to do. It’s often not the pursue of nobility or decency that we insist for, but simply because we are cowards after all. But who is not? It’s just, the night is long and so freaking cold.

（周六，阴天，贪睡。关键词：颓。）

It's never a perfect world.

比如电影太孤单。

比如冰淇淋太甜。

比如相见太晚。

比如青春太短。

 

生命是一场必输的战役。我们都只为一点点欲望坚持。

是谁说，可以呐喊就别呻吟。

浓烈带着烟木味道的bourbon，终被冰块无声无息降服。

不小心又听见那一句。See you in the next life. 突然就泪流满面。

世上本没有良驹与旱驴。

冷不丁出了个妖蛾子，便有了嚼子和胡萝卜的差别待遇。

一个是千方百计想吐掉。

一个是百转千回想咬到。

有朝一日翻身上了背，焉知马非驴，此非彼。

都想Want-It-All。惹出祸。

 

白露重旧枕，冷月剪西窗。

梦回小逢君，顾影难自伤。

俺早说过，就算生活真是舞台剧，观众也总是难以长情。

何况是嚼烂的陈稻草。Shhhhh!!!! 没创意。多可笑。