無標題

你親手寫的我都還留著，因為那是我這輩子最喜歡的禮物。
我最害怕的不是不在一起了，而是曾經那個這麼喜歡我的你，不再喜歡我了。
因為我知道沒有人比你更愛我。

Oh well

How ironic it is to look back those photos and conversations, realized things are different now and nobody is going to be with you forever. After all these years, I have learnt that people change, including myself. The fact is we are no longer those kids who play around in the street, all of us have grown up.


And now I understand why Peter Pan didn't want to grow up.

Yellow

"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint." - unknown

想念

什麼都不想做，腦海裡是混濁不清的思緒。
思念能不能被傳達? 此時此刻的你會不會也感受到了我的心神不安?

碎碎唸

這篇是存在手機裡很久了的草稿。
「適度的讚美能夠讓人感到快樂，但盲目的稱讚只會造成反效果。
對我來說啊，相比起讚美，批評其實更加真實。
收到批評時，與其感到生氣惱怒，還不如先自我檢討，看看自己是否真的做錯了什麼，為什麼別人會這麼說，再自我改進; 如果他人只是純粹的想打擊你，那聽聽就好了，也沒有必要反駁，清者自清，時間會證明一切。
 共勉之。」

喜歡寂寞

「當時奮不顧身伸出我的手
看見了輪廓就當作宇宙
甜美的習慣變成生活才了解了什麼
如今故事發展成就一個我
學會了生活能享受寂寞
劇烈的語言變成溫柔  又帶來了什麼
若是不曾走過  怎麼懂」

- 蘇打綠

無標題

只要愛自己就夠了 。