cause life is tough.

I always wish if only my love for someone has a magic that makes them live happily wherever they are, whatever they're doing, and whenever I'm around or not.

I hate this fucking life.

?

người chết cũng khóc đấy thôi.

chả lẽ

Sen hồng một nụ,
em ngồi một thuở
Một thuở yêu nhau
có vui cùng sầu
Từ rạng đông cao
đến đêm ngọt ngào

Sen hồng một độ,
em hồng một thuở xuân xanh
Sen buồn một mình,
Em buồn

đền trọn

mối tình.

I ripped the pages out of the book.
I reversed the order, so the last one was first, and the first one was last.
When I flipped through them, it looked like the man was floating up through the sky.
And if I'd had more pictures, he would've flown through a window, back into the building, and the smoke would've poured into the hole that the plane was about to come out.
Dad would've left his message backward, until the machine was empty, and the plane would've flown backward away from him, all the way to Boston.
He would've taken the elevator to the street and pressed the button for the top floor.
He would've walked backward to the subway, and the subway would've gone backward through the tunnel, back to our stop.
Dad would've gone backward through the turnstile, then swiped his Metrocard backward, then walk home backward as he read the New York Times from right to left.
He would've spit coffee into his mug, unbrushed his teeth, and put hair on his face with a razor.
He would've gotten back into bed, the alarm would've rung backward, he would've dreamt backward.
The he would've gotten up again at the night before the worst day.
He would've walked backward to my room, whistling "I Am the Walrus" backward.
He would've have gotten into bed with me.
We would've looked at the stars on my ceiling, which would've pulled back their light from our eyes.
I'd have said "Nothing" backward.
He'd have said "Yeah, buddy?" backward
I'd have said "Dad?" backward, which would have sounded the same as "Dad" forward.
He would have told me the story of the Sixth Borough, from the voice in the can at the end to the beginning, from "I love you" to "Once upon a time..."
We would have been safe.

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I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run into each other. I like the kissing and the crying. I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the changes. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

-Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Extremely-loud-and-Incredible-close.

Reading this book makes me miss him a lot, like a lot lot lot.

Yêu nhau theo thời gian

Xa nhau theo mệnh bạc.

- Cháu Mai Khôi yêu quý của ông -

nghe như là ông thương mình nhất nhà,

như là mình là thứ gì rất quý giá đối với ông

:)

phải mau mau trở về

I always have the feeling that something went wrong, terribly wrong, right from the beginning.

I'm sitting here, waiting for a change to come,

but

there

isn't.

We cannot make it.