我爱上的人是奇葩第三季

讨厌赘肉，讨厌肌肉过于紧绷

讨厌抽烟，嚼槟榔，随地吐痰

讨厌滴酒不沾，讨厌发酒疯

讨厌打鼾

讨厌狐臭，口臭，脚臭

讨厌玻璃心，讨厌迟钝

讨厌顽固，讨厌糊涂

讨厌卖弄，讨厌不懂

讨厌逢场作戏，讨厌爱得窒息

讨厌工作狂，讨厌一无所长

讨厌油嘴滑舌，讨厌笨拙

讨厌严肃，讨厌虚无

挑剔成性，单身也释然，总好过磨合，磨合让我受挫。

凡人的爱情是：没有100%合适的人，不要老盯着对方的缺点，多想想他的好。

完美的爱情，像Jimmy在季终求婚时所说：我讨厌所有人，除了你。

真是无懈可击的告白。

“我爱你”，也可以爱他，这一瞬间爱，又会爱多久。但“唯独不讨厌你”不一样，排除了其他一切可能，像是穿越无数雷区，战地相逢，死的死，伤的伤，只有我俩无恙。

找到一个同流合污的人，真是可喜。工作日中午酗酒，开车被哔时同时破口大骂，贪玩，不负责任，拒绝温情。恶劣是表象，反乌托邦到极致也是乌托邦，这部剧说到底是一种理想。男才女貌，毫不稀罕，像在五星级酒店享受周到服务一样理所当然。难的是，我爱你的刻薄与毒舌，不合时宜与不求意义，脆弱与不知所措。

you are the worst,

you are the worst.

-The world is absolutely lousy with people, and I hate them all. I hate everyone,but you.

-Yeah. I hate everyone else,too.

-you did something really horrible for us. You went to therapy and for me you did this. And thus you deserve a grand gesture in return. Since I am 100% psychologically sound and do not need therapy of any kind.

Gretchen, extraordinary confounding Gretchen, she who emits more energy than a dying galaxy, despite not washing her legs, together we transcend the mundanity down there. Separate, it shall eventually consume us and the turn us as mundane as them, and to allow that to happen simply because we are scared would be a criminal act.

-Wait,but the murder?

-I made it up.

-The article?The Twitter account?

-Me.

-Jimmy.Yeah,n…wait. You haven’t actually asked yet.I am not doing that again.

-Will you marry me?

-Yes!

又奇怪又好看 哭的时候要玩snake的Gretchen soooooooo adorable 2016.10.29点的在看 看完了又忘了标记了。

今天重新看了一遍S3E13才想起来，jimmy为了和gretchen求婚制造了一场murder，熟练地运用她的好奇心把她带到山顶，gretchen的欣喜，让我想到之前在jimmy的抽屉里发现那个误以为是给自己的戒指，却急得要离开的她、决定要从speeding up的relationship列车上hop off的她，竟然欣然接受了jimmy的求婚。表露自己的感情都会让自己觉得恶心，面对即将离开的心理医生最后也只有一句bitch，自我防备如此坚实还是被那一瞬间攻破了，而一直酝酿求婚的jimmy看gretchen的眼神也温柔得不行，而直到gretchen说出we’r family的那一刻，jimmy肉眼可见的迟疑了，温柔的眼神也凝固了，尖酸刻薄且无法感化的jimmy终于回来了。

gretchen提到的他失去了父亲却得到了她，新的family的概念或许又唤醒了jimmy对家庭的所有不堪回忆。柔软时刻总有，your eyes could tell，无论深情还是残酷，jimmy的眼神变化太戳了，我的眼泪不值钱。

至今最爱的一集：S3E12 矛盾集中爆发，三队情侣平行吵架 Jimmy: The vast majority of all human efforts, however great or miniscule, ends in failure. So, what are your options? You just admit pre-defeat because the odds are that you're gonna be right or you do it anyway? Maybe we are a success, regardless of the outcomes because we tried. Maybe there's beauty in the struggle against near certain failure.