嗷呜，辛苦劳累的一天结束啦，好久没专心学习这么久啦，yuuuty一直都在诶，嘻~

昨天晚上好像做梦大喊大叫把阿婷吵醒来了诶，噗哈哈哈哈，真的是无语了欸，天哪，好离谱，我以为你在看球奇奇怪怪的脑洞，肚子好饿好饿

好想刘玉婷好想刘玉婷

已经get成就每天的开始和就是都是听着彼此的声音入睡哒，就像跨年时的最后一秒和第一秒都是和你说的 波浪号波浪号

• What can I hold you with?

• I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.

• I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.

• I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.

• I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.

• I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

• I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

• I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

• I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

• I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.