TV series: Dead like me (Dead like me). Page 1

- You can do it... You know... to do It... You're better than me... you know... Know how to persuade.
- A strong word.

- What makes you think that I fuck up, motherfucker?
- Yes, because you lajovic, your mother!

They do not want to admit it, but between "achieved everything" and" wasted my life" yet there is a difference. Strive for the first, but most turns to "raise a worthy heir" and" heir", which is also different. But the most interesting thing life call death as a salvation from problems, but when it comes, begin to ask to give more time for "important things of life."

Immortality is a fairy tale for children, baby. Everyone and everything in this world is mortal and we will all have to prove it in our end. We can only choose the care that we build their business...

The cops no one likes. But when the shit overflows, we are all happy.

If I had a choice - to become a heart or a brain, I would choose the heart. In this case, doing something.

Monotony kills the mind.

This is a story about death, about love, about a man who loved a woman. He thought that the flame of their love will never fade. But it faded, and once the dance of passion turned into a battle. They argued, swore, and that at midnight, when almost all has been said, he went outside and sat on the horse, and she told him: "If I'm not back in three days, you can never go back. Remember that. I go." And in anger the man rode away. He enjoyed the solitude. Instead of bitter words, his ears caught the soothing sounds of the forest. He Problogger in the woods for two days and he was lonely. He repented. He wanted to return to his beloved and to that life from which he rode away. He found the short way and jumped on it. He is madly, desperately wanted to return to his beloved, yet was not too late. He heard her words. Wait it will not wait and will leave him. He felt that his horse was tired, that he was not strong enough to ride home. And here the man was on the edge of the swamp. Had to make a decision: to go round the bog or to Wade across. To go round the bog or to Wade... we All ask ourselves this question, right? And too scared to find the answer alone. Here to the swamp came a boy. The man asked the boy: "this swamp is a reliable bottom?" And the boy replied: "Yes." The man pointed the horse straight into the swamp. Plunging deeper into the treacherous quagmire, he shouted to the boy: "You said that the bottom of reliable!" "Reliable,' said the boy. - But you it had not yet arrived".

Life goes on, but when death occurs, we leave some part of themselves alive. It can be money, paintings or a kind word. And sometimes after we face the void.

Do you remember when you first asked my parents about the word "with"? My dad almost shit myself. Said, fear not, they say, people die when they get old that they do not want to live anymore.
Sorry, I did not realize you were crying?
- I spent a month not sleeping. It was a shock for me. Nothing can be worse than thinking that everything will die. And you, too.

People always bad where they are. They are always looking for another place, another person something else. As my mother used to say: there and the grass is greener. Everyone is looking for the other side. I'm already there, but still looking.

- You don't understand the meaning of the word "home".
Is the place where I sleep.
Is a place where you feel safe.

In high school I read "hamlet": the guy can't make a decision and all die.

If Romeo had mastrubirovat several times a week, he would have saved both families a lot of trouble.