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what if you’re not autistic but just weird and stupid?
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just got diagnosed with never feeling content with what I have, they said it's chronic
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Winona Ryder As Verónica Sawyer In
HEATHERS (1988)
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genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life
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girls and the inherent loneliness they have felt all their lives
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A dream soul that wanders.
Sheryl Lee, Michael Horse, Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks
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david lynch understood on a fundamental level how abusive and exploitative the world is to those with the least power, particularly women and children. he created an entire lifetime's worth of cinematically and narratively groundbreaking work trying to grapple with that hostility and abuse, trying to reconcile the evil that exists in the hearts of everyday men with the goodness he saw there as well. he made survivors of unspeakable trauma feel seen and known in a way that few artists ever have and ever will, and never once shied away from the truth he knew and believed: that we are all innocent, that what has been done to you is not who you are, and even in times of abject despair, there are people who love you, who will not forget you or stop trying to save or defend or avenge you. i don't want that to go without notice. many people are mourning him for different reasons, and i agree, he was one of the greatest and most imaginative artists to ever be given free reign to paint on a cinematic canvas. but first and foremost, david lynch was an artist of enormous empathy, and i think those of us who saw ourselves in his work because of the empathy it afforded us are grieving particularly hard today.
his memory will always be a blessing.
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George Richard Quested (1860-1931), ‘Winter’, “The Studio”, Vol. 15, 1899 Source
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