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Twin Peaks truther to the bone. Long live Dale Cooper, and may he never drop the trench coat.
Feb 17, 2025
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david lynchs passing made me incredibly sad, i returned to twin peaks and finished it all as in my youth i only ever saw the first season. this time around i grew to appreciate its vintage beauty and insanely gripping plot. i love dale cooper, hes rlly dreamy and the shows such a trip. i love david lynch, my family lovea david lynch, i hope u do too.
Jan 29, 2025
Of course in honor of David Lynch, but my roommate has never seen it and the Elysian put on a season 1 marathon the other night with free coffee and donuts. a real win.
Jan 27, 2025
"I've got good news. The gum you like is going to come back in style. She's my cousin. But doesn't she look exactly like Laura Palmer?"
David Lynch is a genius and Twin Peaks is hands down the best show in TV ever. I love uncanniness and surrealism and what the hell even is Twin Peaks?
Feb 12, 2025
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There's this one note on the app I fill with everything– from the most joy-inducing to the shortest happening– that matters to me.
Key word is sincerity. Anything that can catch you saying: "What a blessing it is to be alive!". It's thoroughgoing work but once you commit it's very rewarding to see the outcome. Your very own reflection in this world through what you notice. The sense that you're surrounded by proof of love, knowing that you belong in that space.
I go over it again and again perfecting it, I try to stay true and aware. My friends began theirs at my incentive, we share our findings together and it mutually gives us inspiration. I wish everyone made a list of what they love. I'm kickstarting the project.
Feb 17, 2025
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Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in.
During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority.
The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated.
The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight.
This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift.
Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).
Feb 18, 2025
The Rhodes in Riders on the Storm (played beautifully by Ray Manzarek) turned the notes into delicate droplets of water. One of a kind sound, like a smooth lullaby. I saved a 115-hour-long playlist on Spotify containing only Fender Rhodes jazz and listen to it religiously. Praise the Rhodes.
Feb 17, 2025