Say something. What? You’re my only friend here. It’ll be a memento.
HAPPY TOGETHER (1997) dir. Wong Kar-wai

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Say something. What? You’re my only friend here. It’ll be a memento.
HAPPY TOGETHER (1997) dir. Wong Kar-wai
Marcin Cienski (Polish, b. 1976), You Won’t, 2012. Oil on canvas, 18 x 24 cm.
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk
Originally posted by disneyasastrology
BWAHAHAHAHAH.
the way i learned this, it was always told through spoken word. And you’d do the door thing for ages. AGES. literally just making up any old material. ‘behind the foam door is a door made of spinach’ that kind of shit. Go on until whoever is listening has already begged you to stop and has now gone on to pleading, clutching your shirt on their knees pleading. And when you finally said the last line? People went fucking nuts Like there was a good chance of just getting the teeth knocked out of you after telling that joke.
A friend of mine did that shit for 30 minutes on a camp once. The entire fucking bus just exploded in anger when she finished. It was a fucking massacre.
it’s just that i fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended - A PEARL BY MITSKI
personal playlists i’ve made that might fit your niche
a country playlist for a friend who is playing rdr2 but doesn’t actually like country
soft pop bops
bad 70s/80s music that i love a lot
early 2000′s nostalgia playlist for kids that were born 1995-1999 and dont fit with millennials or gen z
classical bops that didn’t need to go that hard
more!
songs about witches, fortune tellers and strange things
songs that remind me of old gods waking from a long slumber
southern gothic
an oldies playlist with voices as sweet as honey
songs with the wild west aesthetic
what the fuck is that and why is it all sad and alone
look at its haircut haha nerd
This is the only valid tik tok.
Bro….
my favourite thing is probably the scientific name of the Grizzly bear.
It’s Ursus arctos horribilis. “ursus” meaning bear in Latin and “arctos”, bear in Greek.
so essentially a grizzly is a “horrible bear bear.”
The Eurasian Brown Bear is Ursus arctos arctos
So literally “Bear Bear Bear”. The most bear a bear can be.
So bear. Much roar. Wow.
Also! The Arctic Circle is named for the bears, not the other way ‘round. It’s the Circle With Bears In, and the Antarctic is the Circle (and continent) Away From Bears.
Are you telling us that the poles of our world are Bear Continent and Anti-Bear Continent
ENTER THE BEAR CIRCLE
I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE
thank
unmute this.
The last time I’ve seen this was a year ago….I shall cherish this
@super-nintendude64
like….not 2 get into this really but..freedom of speech means that the government can’t tell you what you can and can’t say. freedom of speech does not protect you from the social/private repercussions of your actions
furthermore: freedom of speech does not entitle you to a soapbox and a bullhorn. people don’t have to listen to you. they don’t have to give you a platform. you’re allowed to say what you want but no one is required to listen to you or help you say it.
remus lupin circa 1986
Bartender: thanks for stopping that bar fight, spiderman. Can I get you a drink? It’s on the house
Peter: thank you, but I can’t
Bartender: why not
Peter:
Bartender:
Peter, trying not to give his age away: I’m pregnant
Bartender, shook: oh, congratulations, boy or girl?
Peter, now in full-on panic mode: it’s an uh, spider
We forgot about it
My favorite video lol