"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our جوابات were things like astronaut, president, یا in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, یا in my case, سونا medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as آپ can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, یا in my case, سونا medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as آپ can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your سٹریٹ, گلی light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
چرا لیا, چوری کی me a dog-eared map
And called for آپ everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Diving too deep for coins
All of your سٹریٹ, گلی light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
چرا لیا, چوری کی me a dog-eared map
And called for آپ everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
That is a not easy choice for Bella,espically face Edward and Jacob.
Edward is like an antiquated and gentlest brand,such as link.
But Jacob,who is new arisen,just like link.
That is really a difficult choice for Bella.
Feeling?Emotion?What is the measurement?
Woman is very strange,includig Bella.They want to be loved,and want a happy ending with her prince.Eactly,that person should be everyone's prince.
To go along with feeling is not always right.
May be we could know what is her finally choice in the ending.
Edward is like an antiquated and gentlest brand,such as link.
But Jacob,who is new arisen,just like link.
That is really a difficult choice for Bella.
Feeling?Emotion?What is the measurement?
Woman is very strange,includig Bella.They want to be loved,and want a happy ending with her prince.Eactly,that person should be everyone's prince.
To go along with feeling is not always right.
May be we could know what is her finally choice in the ending.