But no, when I say this, I feel like Juliet and I are connected, and some romances in life are to balance the unromantic ones in life; some are not, some are just to escape the unromantic ones in life. Although both are responses to being unromantic, the essence is completely different.
Juliet and William's date, like a date in our memory, is always off topic and can't be talked about. You say life, I say ideal. You think I'm out of touch with reality, and I think you're vulgar. And then to prove ourselves right, we started a foolish endless cycle of hurting each other. However, he refused to leave.
The end is a helpless end, and the continuation is a cruel continuation.
We are all chasing for some kind of ideal happiness, but we stumbling and stumbling along the way, we are full of scars, or we refuse to admit defeat and go our own way; But we never thought about whether the happiness we thought was just some kind of illusory illusion. What we think of as happiness is just a comfort to our own imperfection. Both cowardly and pointless. We don’t know ourselves, don’t want to know ourselves, and don’t dare to know ourselves. Then we were finally enclosed in a small grid by this illusory happiness, and we were addicted to it and refused to extricate ourselves.
During our journey along the way, when we were embarrassed in the mud and struggling in the thorns, we always imagined that our friends, our relatives, our lovers should give us selfless and infinite as we imagined care and help. However, the facts always surprise and disappoint us, and we feel that they have failed our expectations for them and failed our efforts to them. Anger and hatred began.
We would rather take our anger on everyone than admit that the world doesn't revolve around us.
As the uncle next to the statue said to William, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I know that all your wife needs at the moment is your hand on her shoulder.
There is a group of men in the world who are passionate about everything except women, who neither understand women nor have any interest in understanding women. They find it very stupid and ridiculous to do what women want them to do in order to please women. According to the theory of evolution, such men should be exterminated, but they did not. Then, if it is not the problem of evolution, then it should be the problem of women. I mean, such men are not extinct, women are responsible for it. Why not, if such a man is rejected from the start and given the opportunity to grow old alone with the work they are passionate about. Then, according to the theory of evolution, it won't be long before all the men in the world will be men who strive for women's goals.
It's just, as the old auntie in the coffee shop said, then, who should build this world?
Women also hope that men can do a good job in their jobs, so that the family can live comfortably, and they hope that men can Please make yourself a little princess every day. In order to realize their great ideals, they went to the mirror, took out their lipstick and put on earrings. Dress yourself up beautifully and smile brightly and contentedly.
There was once an elder who felt unbearable in his heart, so he decided to give the woman in front of him some life experience as an elder. What he said, he said, you guys, you burly sheep, burr your clothes.
However, after all, they still can't understand the elders, they feel that the elders are old thinking, old stubborn, old feudal. If so. So Juliet ran into the church, hid in the dark, and took off her bra. She took off her shoes, pinched her corset, and held it up in front of William, saying, she was so tired. Then, she entered the hotel behind her.
And then, but, if, I mean, if life could be like a movie, it would be nice if the story was told and the play ended. It's just that this abominable life has to continue. Do not stop.
Life is like an endless painter, constantly painting his paintings. At a certain moment in the past, that painting had already been painted, and it was perfect. However, his time has not yet come, he has to continue to paint, and from then on, every stroke he draws is a failure. Until the painting was completely destroyed. When his time finally came, he put away his pen, his drawing board, and all that was left was darkness. A piece of nothing.
About Juliet Binoche's chest. I don't think there's anything to say about her boobs. It's not because her breasts are not good-looking, I think her breasts are beautiful and natural, unlike the breasts seen in some videos, which are always so abrupt and unnatural. The reason why I don't want to say it is because I think I say too much boobs, and some people will say I'm not serious. When they say this to me, I don't agree at all. Because I think for men, things other than work and women are indecent. But I don't want to have too many unnecessary arguments with those people. After all, the seriousness they pursue is likely to be a way of seeking the favor of women in the end. From this point of view, we are brothers and sisters in the same path.
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