joy

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пэшн, плиз
пэшн

ёбанный ад моей жизни

"Любовь - это болезнь, которая приносит ревность, беспокойство и безумный страх" - Дэвид Боуи

«... у меня всегда была такая гаденькая потребность быть чем-то большим, чем просто человек. Как человек я чувствовал себя очень, очень ничтожным. Я подумал: «На х..! Хочу быть суперменом!» Дэвид Боуи

"Жизнь — сплетение множества событий в вероятностной системе координат. Я лишь наблюдаю за происходящим, экстраполирую отдельные факты и пытаюсь предугадать, как их последствия пересекутся в будущем. В этом смысле очень интересно копаться в прошлом: выбираешь себе любую сферу человеческой деятельности, отмечаешь какие-то случайные события — скажем, 40-летней давности, и начинаешь прослеживать их исторические последствия. Для меня сейчас нет занятия более увлекательного" - Дэвид Боуи

«Кажется, я очень рано осознал, что человек – не слишком умный механизм. Я захотел улучшить его. Я всегда считал, что должен все время меняться... Я знаю как факт, что моя личность сейчас абсолютно отличается от тогдашней. Я взглянул на свои мысли, свою внешность, свои выражения, манеры и особенности, и они мне совсем не понравились. Так что я демонтировал себя, выбросил всю рухлядь и заменил ее абсолютно новой личностью. Если я слышал, как кто-то сказал что-то умное, я использовал это позднее, как свое собственное. Если я замечал в ком-то качество, которое мне нравилось, я присваивал его. Я до сих пор так делаю. Все время. Это совсем, как с машиной: меняешь запчасти.» - Дэвид Боуи

"Я трансформируюсь в ту вещь, которой я восхищаюсь, чтобы постичь её. А потом ты просто впитываешь это знание и продвигаешься дальше, к чему-либо другому". - Дэвид Боуи

люовь - это боль
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заметочка о заимствовании и воплощении.
нет ничего плохого в том, чтобы брать чужие идеи. да и вообще, нет идей "чужих" и "своих". все общие, вертятся в пространстве. ты можешь её поймать и принести в мир, а другие подхватят и сделают еще лучше.
даже более того, заимствование просто необходимо для дальнейшего развития. начало пути каждого гения. джексон, например, вдохновлялся бобом фоссом. и теперь у нас есть хит тысячелетия "billie jean". в общем, главное не что, а как.
ну а дешевых копий всегда хватает, это да.
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i'm a mess


All I want to get is, a little bit closer.
All I want to know is, can we come a little closer?

Here comes the breath before we get a little bit closer.
Here comes the rush before we touch, come a little closer.

Doors are open, wind is really blowing, night sky is changing over and

It’s not just all physical, I’m the type that won't get oh so critical.
So, let’s make things physical, I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical.

All you’re thinking lately is getting underneath me.
All I’m dreaming lately is how to get you underneath me.

Here comes the heat before we meet, a little bit closer.
Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer.

Lights are off and the sun is finally setting, night sky is changing over and

It’s not just all physical, I’m the type that will get oh so critical.
So, let’s make things physical, I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical.

I want you close
I want you
I won’t treat you like you’re typical
I want you close
I want you
I won’t treat you like you’re typical

Here come the dreams of you and me x2
Here come the dreams x2

It’s not just all physical, I’m the type that will get oh so critical.
So, let’s make things physical, I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical.

I want you close
I want you
I won’t treat you like you’re typicalI want you close
I want you
I won’t treat you like you’re typical

All I want to get is, a little bit closer.
All I want to know is, can we come a little closer?

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

читать дальшеI helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.