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i've ran out of which could mean nothings. i think this just might mean everything

"There's no platonic explanation for this" <-you need to be nicer to your friends. Right now

"There's no platonic explanation for this" <-you need to be nicer to your friends. Right now

im not horny it’s something else entirely. really wish there was a word for it

i think i just want to run. Like i just want to run

Not now, kitten, m- da- m- your parental figure is in the middle of a gender crisis

I think I just realized. The reduction of David Lynch to being quirky and weird and surreal really bothers me because of how how much of his work is ultimately about the impenetrability of his experience and the complex feelings he struggles to communicate or even format in a way other people can engage with. So it's just kind of unapologetically of his own cypher, and simply presents its own logic as it is. Which I believe, with all my heart, is an expression of him being autistic. And if you take his work seriously, that he is communicating something, there is such incredible depth to it. He's just straight up sharing his dreams. His deep thought, harvested from disciplined meditation and mystic introspection. People terminating their engagement with it at "he's so weird, it's funny" just betray how little they're willing to step outside their own perspective and seriously consider an autistic mind with respect, or dignity. Particularly one with such a beautiful, weeping heart. All of it was expressing things he had inside him. Even if he was funny, even if it coincided with comedy, he wasn't a joke. He was a genius.