Passerby confession

Makayla 2022-03-19 09:01:02

You must also have some memories that you don't want to delete,
and the ones that are played repeatedly are beautiful clips.
In those fragments of memory, he is the absolute protagonist.

The seven o'clock alarm clock went off, and the TV of memory turned off.
All the memories of laughter are not as good as a question from a stranger.
After thinking and trying hard to remember, I can't think of where I failed.
Infatuated with you as a light as a faith. I have never forced you.
Even if you say you want to have more independence, I don't want to have a boyfriend.
Why did you suddenly put on your wedding dress? I thought there would be a miracle.
We used to be so happy together, I thought we would never be separated.
How can you say things that are clear in your mouth so easily.
Mania, loss, pain...I can only shout SON OF BITCH.

Later, I learned...
Perhaps everyone has only one protagonist in
his life, even if I ask myself to act like a protagonist in this scene,
seriously Efforts are careful, and
you can only be your passerby.

I used to think that everything is fine as long as you work hard,
but now I know that this kind of thinking is too perfect and irrational.
I should never complain unreasonably about you who I liked so much.
If you don't get what you want, maybe God will give you a better one.
I sincerely hope you can live happily.

We can't expect the person we will meet next time, and the thing
we will encounter next time, so I won't try to struggle with this.
No longer stubbornly guarding a piece of sky and thinking that it is the entire universe.

But I still believe that sweetness, trust, and love are not misled by cards, movies, and popular songs.
I still believe that being true does not mean irresponsibility.
I understand better that wishful thinking is not destined.
Love is right, it's just not him.

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500 Days of Summer quotes

  • Summer: There's no such thing as love, it's fantasy...

  • Tom: Yeah, uh, this is... And Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit.

    McKenzie: Tom!

    Tom: "Go for it" "You can do it"? That's not inspirational, that's suicidal. If pickles goes for it right there, that's a dead cat. These are lies. We're liars. Think about it. Why do people buy these things? It's not 'cause they wanna say how they feel. People buy cards 'cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves! Right? I mean, look! What-What is this? What does it say? "Congratulations on your new baby." Right? How 'bout, "Congratulations on your new baby. Guess that's it for hanging out. Nice knowing you."

    Vance: Sit down, Hansen.

    Tom: How bout this one, with all the pretty hearts on the front? I think I know where this ones going. Yep! "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I love you." That sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, "love"? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?

    McKenzie: Tom...

    Tom: If somebody gave me this card, Mr. Vance, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. *I'm responsible.* I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like "love"... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh... I quit. I'm... There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.