Are you afraid? No. ♥ Не падай духом, Поттер. Ночь только началась, и в наших стаканах зонтики. ♥♥♥
...And you open the door and you step inside. We're inside our hearts. Now, imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. That's right, it's your pain the pain itself is a ball of healing light.
i don't think so.
This is your life. Good to the last drop doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar.
This is no weekend retreat.
Where you are now You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
It's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Nothing is static.
Everything is evolving.
Everything is falling apart.
This is your life. It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life. And its ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake!
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else!
We are all part of the same compost heap!
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world!
You are not your bank account!
You are not the clothes you wear!
You are not the contents of your wallet!
You are not your bowel cancer!
You are not your grand latte?
You are not the car you drive!
You are not your fucking khakis?
You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me be never complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life.
Doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life.
And its ending one minute at a time.
You have to give up
You have to give up
(I want you to hit me as hard as you can)
This is your life. Good to the last drop doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar.
This is no weekend retreat.
Where you are now You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
It's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Nothing is static.
Everything is evolving.
Everything is falling apart.
This is your life. It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life. And its ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake!
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else!
We are all part of the same compost heap!
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world!
You are not your bank account!
You are not the clothes you wear!
You are not the contents of your wallet!
You are not your bowel cancer!
You are not your grand latte?
You are not the car you drive!
You are not your fucking khakis?
You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me be never complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life.
Doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life.
And its ending one minute at a time.
You have to give up
You have to give up
(I want you to hit me as hard as you can)
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight.
So, I have to.
it is all given to think
and choose
I've done my choice
He is just a human.
I told about it: erroneously
This is his opinion. I agree
я к тому что все ошибаются и бомж и чак, разницы нет. так что это не аргумент.
я отписываюсь. не в настроении разговаривать.
не про это речь.
я согласна с ним. если он ошибается, то и я ошибаюсь. мне срать. если я согласна с этим.
то что ты думаешь и решаешь - это твое дело.
не аргумент чего? зачем это писать, я не понимаю? я ничего не пыталась доказать или аргументировать.
цепочка событий: чтобы мне понять
я: ай хэв ту гив ап.
ты: нет
я: да, т.к. "скоро я умру. пока я не пойму, я бесполезна блабла"
ты: нет, это все ошибочно (словарь так перевел)
я: вряд ли писатель написал целую книгу по ошибке (вероятно ЭТО не аргумент, что эти слова не ошибка). прости, но я же не доказывала, что это не ошибка( конечно, не каждый писатель этим не согласна. (ну ты же смотрела бойцовский клуб. сдаться - перестать быть яппи и строить жизнь вокруг денег и прочего. жизнь одна, надо жить, т.к. все мы умрем и т.д.).
я тебя не поняла. аж мозг взрывается