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A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice

I just saw this film in the theatre with my sister and I liked it very much. We had a few laughs, I had a good cry, and all in all, it was a good evening. I highly recommend it!

Shortly before those mortal events in the Camber dooryard, Cujo's remains were cremated. The ashes went out with the trash and were disposed of at the Augusta waste-treatment plant.

It would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good dog.

He had tried to do all of the things his MAN and his WOMAN, and most of all his BOY, had asked or expected of him. He would have died for them, if that had been required.

He had never wanted to kill anybody.

He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative nerve disease called rabies.

Free will was not a factor.

~ Cujo, Stephen King, 1981

I have never known peace

Like the damp grass that yields to me

I have never known hunger

Like these insects that feast on me

A thousand teeth

And yours among them, I know

Our hungers appeased

Our heartbeats becoming slow

We lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found

To freeze or to thaw

So long, we'd become the flowers

Two corpses we were

Two corpses I saw

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

I have never known sleep

Like the slumber that creeps to me

I have never known color

Like this morning reveals to me

And you haven't moved an inch

Such that I would not know

If you sleep always like this

The flesh calmly going cold

We lay here for years or for hours

Your hand in my hand

So still and discreet

So long, we'd become the flowers

We'd feed well the land

And worry the sheep

And they'd find us in a week

When the cattle show fear

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours)

When the weather gets hot (So long, we'd become the flowers)

They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours)

When the cattle show fear (So long, we'd become the flowers)

And they'd find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had its say

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

- Hozier

Death must be so beautiful.

To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.

To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

- Oscar Wilde

the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else

has anybody else been struggling with thoughts

Since when did I start going to bed at 5 and waking up at 3?

they need to make a pocket dimension you can hide in where time doesn't pass and everything is soft

i need 40yo me come from the future right fucking now and say don't worry wait a little longer it's gonna be okay you'll find your place

I just watched Alien : Romulus in theatres, and I think Fede Alvarez now owes me therapy.

Small town murder mystery where it eventually turns out that literally everyone in town is a member of some secret society or sinister cult – except it's not one big secret society, it's a bunch of little ones, ranging from as many as a couple dozen members to as few as three. Each secret society is aware of their own immediate allies and rivals, but none of them have the complete picture of how extensive the town's secret society problem is, nor do they know that every single resident is a member of at least one. Some residents are members of multiple secret societies. Some residents are unwittingly members of multiple secret societies, having mistakenly concluded that Secret Society A is Secret Society B's hidden inner circle, when in fact they're unrelated. There's at least one pair of secret societies whose leaders each believe that the other is a false front that they set up to distract their enemies. This goes on for five seasons.

Fruits bus stop

--- Designer/Manufacturer: CeciliaCoppolaShop [X] Region: Italy Time period: 2020s

Meme of the day

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?