fate is shit

Greyson 2022-03-21 09:01:07

Destiny is something that you don’t believe when facing me, but very superstitious when facing another person. This is not fair. However, there is no fairness or unfairness in this kind of thing. It is worth leaving me alone in a one-man show too deep to come out. You will always live if you die, even though you don't care about my life or death.
At first I thought that the movie ended with a happy ending and the heroine returned to the hero. Fortunately, I was not spoiled, and I finally accepted the fact that the woman was really married with poor Tom. You still want to get a sincere blessing from me, just dream. Although you are not wrong, you have explained the rules of the game very clearly from the very beginning. To put it bluntly, I deserve it and I deserve it. I deserve it. I still can't forget you.
I don’t care who the idiot you met in the coffee shop is. I don’t care how you are doing. I don’t want to attract your attention anymore. I don’t want you. I don’t need you at all. That's strange.
You get married, you are happy, you go, I bless you, I bless you cakes, toxic wedding cakes, earthquake bridal chamber flowers and candles meet a murderer, bang, bang, bang!
I have been waiting for your sentence from the beginning. No amount of evidence I have listed will be enough for you. The ridiculous thing is not that you overthrow everything, but that you don't even bother to overthrow and just assume that nothing has happened. I thought it made sense for you to invite me to a party, but I didn't expect you to run away just to leave me alone. No, actually you don't mind if I run away.
In fact, this is not just destiny. The real reason is that you are embarrassed to speak and I don't have the courage to admit-I love you but you don't love me.

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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.