White foods taste best to me
and I prefer to eat alone. I don’t know why.
Once I heard girls singing a May Day song that went:
Violante in the pantry
Gnawing at a mutton bone
How she gnawed it
How she clawed it
When she felt herself alone.
Girls are cruelest to themselves.” — Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (via literarylibido)
Roxy decided that she needed to be in the photo
This makes me laugh so hard. Like a photobombing bird torpedo.
Congratulations on your recreation of the classic surrealist painting Man in a Bowler Hat by Rene Magritte (1964)