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The happiness of unreliable guys that those reliable people can't understand
Elroy 2022-01-08 08:04:06
Rainbow-like splendid clothes walking in the sun madly all day long, always those boots that look like woolen dolls, rich and exaggerated expressions, hyperactivity-like body language, laugh all the time, like to laugh to strangers to friends. . . Of course, there will be times when you are unhappy with extreme gloomists, pessimism and dark clouds cover dark like night with surrealists, think that your stable life is the happiest life, always arguing, twisting, stubbornly insisting on yourself My view of life does not agree with the happiness of unreliable people. At that time, it was always true and happy, and the smiling face suddenly sank like a child. How can I still be happy? Even a little witch will sometimes be taken away from the broomstick. Isn’t it a prank? I’m not playing with you, why don’t I meet a guy with the same sunflower? It’s not reliable together, but when I’m looking at the sky alone, my eyes are filled with focus and seriousness. Those who are reliable can’t see it. Undetectable. . . Then one day I finally met another sunflower and just simply greeted it IS nice. When kissing like this, I still ridiculed and stretched out my arms and imagined flying. Emily is also so unique. Kissing is also naughty when I meet love. like a child. . . . Finally one day we were crazy and we met love. Of course, that’s not all. PS There are always those poor people. They are easy to get angry. The more sunlight, the more it stimulates them. The dark little universe can easily burst out with its dark and obscure eyes. Everyone’s mood to go to the grave is that the mood of being with them is hopeless and even driving crazy. Sunflower’s happiness. When the sunflower is angry, it will be like an adult and will be angry. It’s not like a child. It’s not cute anymore, so we continue. Be like a child, be quiet and sometimes noisy but don’t be hysterical ////
Extended Reading
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Poppy: Where are you going?
Tramp: Longest way out, shortest way home.
Poppy: Oh, Sod's Law.
Tramp: [whispering very softly] Is he gone?
Poppy: Alright, you what?
Tramp: [moves towards Poppy urgently, whispering] Is he gone?
Poppy: Ease up! What?
Tramp: [whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?
Poppy: Is who gone?
Tramp: [whispering] The rubber knocker man.
Poppy: What?
Tramp: [whispering with emphasis] The rubber knocker man.
Poppy: Oh, the rubber knocker man! Why didn't you say?
Tramp: [whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?
Poppy: Yah yah, yah. He's gone, he's gone.
[playing along, looking behind her]
Poppy: I see him. He's a-running. He's a-rubbing his knockers. He's gone.
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Zoe: So where did you go tonight?
Poppy: Eternal question. Where have we been? Where are we going? What's the meaning of life? I went to the moon, and then back again.
Zoe: Wow, you walk quickly.
Poppy: I've got good legs.
Zoe: Yeah, you've got great legs. Not that you're my type.