JAMES MCAVOY is one, RADIOHEAD is one, Scotland is one, and so is the label for independent films.
I carry my laptop in a room with no ventilation windows.
There was a little light in the corridor at 3:40.
Auckland in June is nothing like winter should be.
During this time, the other side of me was just around the corner.
Shivering in the cold wind, with a violent shower on his head.
Hey, no kidding.
Don't live like a fool, don't make trouble, stop showing your emotions on your face.
must.
You have to learn to endure.
You thought you were alone.
that's the truth.
You may rarely meet someone who feels the world with the same heart as you.
There are countless evil fantasies running through your mind, full of shadowy seeds that keep growing, occasionally popping up and piercing the heart.
Lies a lot, belittle others, brag about oneself, become a cancer, become the dirtiest dirt under the pale.
While speaking foul language, she cried bitterly.
huddled in a corner of mental confusion.
In illusion, in reality.
Pulled, torn apart.
Beaten to the bone.
I think I also have a BRUCE inside of
me so I would struggle, I would row, I would break down, I would go crazy.
I'll play silly little tricks trying to get someone's attention.
All of this has nothing to do with philosophicalism, a revival of civilization, or an era of history that has passed away.
They're like that infuriating chair that always comes at the right time.
There are lingering scars, and a red and white scarf whose symbolism is unclear.
The sole steps on it.
Suspended behind shadows approaching but far away.
"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"
"I AM JUST UNDERCOVER."
I've always loved RADIOHEAD, long before I saw this movie, long before I made up my mind to understand the world.
I've listened to CREEP write other messes, and in the dark, I feel like I've become different too.
A lot of people came into my life, a lot of people became close to me and then distanced.
Many people admonish me in the name of love.
They broke into my life at will, leaving some cruel memories that cannot be erased for years and months, and they left without looking back.
- But that's the rules of the game.
- The truth is, others are just as afraid of the world as you are.
——I am also afraid of the world, but I just don’t let others see it.
I am lucky.
At every moment when I feel boring, there is always someone there, someone always reminds me.
Your life is far better than you think.
LET US BEGIN ONE MORE TIME
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