Two Types Of Dogs

photo by skalli85 ( my edits )

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“I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters

Yeah, have a cat

“You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.”

— Unknown

A week in a cat’s life

(via)

A waitress walks up to one of her tables in a New York City restaurant and notices that the three Bulgarian businessmen seated there are furiously masturbating…

She says, “What the hell do you guys think you are doing?”

One of the Bulgarian men says, “Can’t you see? Ve arrrre all verrry, verrry hoongry.”

The waitress makes a stroking motion and says, “So how is whacking-off in the middle of the restaurant going to help that situation??”

One of the other businessmen replies, “The menu say, FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED!”

This justifies killing

*digs these screenshots up from the depths of 2011 because I’m still amazed at the stupidity*

The Mirror-Faced Grim Reaper in Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), dir. Maya Deren, Alexander Hammid

“This film is endowed with an acute sense of restlessness and alienation; reflecting this uncanny estrangement in the doubling, tripling and quadrupling of its central character, and in its cyclic narrative, a structure that seems condemned to repetition. Why is the hooded Death figure constructed as a kind of mirror? Are we dealing with Nietzsche’s notion of ‘eternal return’? (…) You could go on forever about the meaning buried in this particular work. It invites and eludes analysis.” – CINEMA AND DREAM-LOGIC IN MESHES OF THE AFTERNOON