February 2012
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A Strange Story
In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the
name of Smothers. The family consisted of John Smothers, his wife,
himself, their little daughter, five years of age, and her parents,
making six people toward the population of the city when counted for a
special write-up, but only three by actual count.
One night after supper the little girl was seized with a severe colic,
and John Smothers hurried down town to get some medicine.
He never came back.
The little girl recovered and in time grew up to womanhood.
The mother grieved very much over her husband's disappearance, and it
was nearly three months before she married again, and moved to San
Antonio.
The little girl also married in time, and after a few years had rolled
around, she also had a little girl five years of age.
She still lived in the same house where they dwelt when her father had
left and never returned.
One night by a remarkable coincidence her little girl was taken with
cramp colic on the anniversary of the disappearance of John Smothers,
who would now have been her grandfather if he had been alive and had a
steady job.
"I will go down town and get some medicine for her," said John Smith (for
it was none other than he whom she had married).
"No, no, dear John," cried his wife. "You, too, might disappear forever,
and then forget to come back."
So John Smith did not go, and together they sat by the bedside of little
Pansy (for that was Pansy's name).
After a little Pansy seemed to grow worse, and John Smith again
attempted to go for medicine, but his wife would not let him.
Suddenly the door opened, and an old man, stooped and bent, with long
white hair, entered the room.
"Hello, here is grandpa," said Pansy. She had recognized him before any
of the others.
The old man drew a bottle of medicine from his pocket and gave Pansy a
spoonful.
She got well immediately.
"I was a little late," said John Smothers, "as I waited for a street
car."
-O. Henry
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나쁘다
뭔가 달라졌대. 모두 내가 변했대. 참 정이 많았던 애가 언젠가 좀 차가워졌대.
뭔가 달라졌대. 모두 내가 변했대. 참 정이 많았던 애가 언젠가 좀 차가워졌대. 이젠 알 수가 없겠대. 항상 웃었던 넌데, 눈빛, 표정, 말투가 어두워졌고 무서워졌대. 죽이고픈 기억 때문인지 내 마음에서 날 지워가면서. 부질없는 착한 마음은 이 세상에선 결함이니까, 어서. 점점 나빠지고 싶나봐. 사랑하면 닮아간다는 말처럼 이렇게 해서라도 너와 조금만 닮아지고 싶나봐.
나쁘다. 사랑은 참 나쁘다. 숨 쉬는 이유가 되어버린 네가 내 숨을 막는다. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad,...
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“Every true genius is bound to be naïve.”
– Friedrich Schiller
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January 2012
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Sad love story
It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said: "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said: "I miss you."
I told her coldly: "Lets go, I'll take you home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said: "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart: "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must have felt when she came all the way here in this kind of weather and I treated her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly: "Let's go try the other train station."
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I can't wait to hate you
Once upon a time We swore not to say goodbye Something got a hold of us And we changed Then you sat alone in pride And I sat at home and cried How’d our fairytale just end up this way We went round for round Til’ we knocked love out We were laying in the ring,
Not making a sound And if that’s a metaphor of you and I Why is it so hard to say goodbye
I can’t wait...
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This is how the rain looks like when you're up...
mekiro:
secondredo:
BEST PHOTO IN EXISTENCE.
this is so beautiful
HOLY FUCK
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Luxirare Shoe Repair →
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“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different...”
– Albert Einstein
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Dear you, I hate …you. …that you call me. …that you belong to someone else. …myself for leaving. …myself for never telling you how I feel. …us. I love …you. …you for everything you are. …the memories you created with me. …us. I miss …you. …the way you smile. …our long conversations. …playing video...
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December 2011
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Writing with a Pencil
Like the man who said that when sharpening a pencil in the middle of night he could smell the aroma of a soul filling the room
I would like to write poems only with a pencil
I am afraid of my life which, once written, cannot be erased
Writing with a pencil
Erasable life correctable life sad preparation of one who wishes to be forgiven
I want such life
I am always an imperfect half
I...
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WatchI was bored ^^
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“Ignorance is no excuse, it’s the real thing.”
– Irene Peter
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