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I must also acquire a framed photo of Dale Cooper.

I have a framed photo of Dale Cooper 🦉☕️

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****TW mention of rape*****

(​wrote this with no sleep sorry if i’m not making sense)

david lynch’s death would have been devastating in any other circumstance, but i feel like his death was particularly devastating in this current timeline because he was genuinely one of the greatest artists of all time, and we are witnessing a war on art and a war on love and empathy in america. art has always been undervalued, but i feel like it’s even worse now with the rise of ai *puke* “art” and anti intellectualism. people do not want to be moved by anything anymore and people don’t want to engage with something that doesn’t have a straightforward meaning.

people struggle to understand twin peaks, but at its core, that show is about a 17 year old girl who is struggling with the horrors of knowing that her own father had been raping her since she was 12 years old. that was the truest part of twin peaks. there was nothing surreal about that. there are laura palmers everywhere in america and david recognized that and wrote her with more compassion and understanding than any other man in hollywood probably could have.

women are under attack daily, and it doesn’t help that we have a legitimate rapist terrorist running our country. we NEED david and his love right now more than ever!

his work was dark and disturbing, but there was hope in it. i will admit that i didn’t know what he was trying to say a lot of the time, but i do know that man loved what he did and he spread that love and touched many people’s hearts and souls and it really pains me to see him gone.

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I adore this rendition of Radiator Lady!

Mini girls while I'm artblocked

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So I went to the punk flea market in tower Grove today and I GOT THE FUCKING ERASERHEAD SOUNDTRACK ON VINYL IN MINT CONDITION

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I was hesitant to share this due to the personal nature, but I wrote an essay about David Lynch for a college class in the style of John Green's The Anthropocene Reviewed.

Essay below the cut.

David Lynch

I was once told that I would never be a published author unless I stopped writing for myself. Now, I realize I was given this gem of advice, among other criticisms, by someone who had never published anything before; but at the time, those words put a stop to a dream I’d had since middle school. I had written an arduous four chapters of what I thought would be my magnum opus, and handed it in expecting something constructive. I was told to consider a different avenue. So, I stopped writing for several miserable months.

Earlier that year, I had found the ineffable wonder that was David Lynch. My mom had put Dune on the television, thinking it was the new remake. Instead, Kyle MacLachlan (known to us Lynch fans as ‘Kale’) strutted across the screen, proud and charismatic. I was hooked instantly. I fell in love with the world of Dune, and what Lynch’s directorial prowess had brought to the screen. Dune was all I wanted to talk about, and I suspect it drove everyone aside from my boyfriend absolutely crazy.

After I stopped writing, I dug deeper into Lynch’s works, and surfaced with Eraserhead, a 1977 film starring Jack Nance, Charlotte Stewart, and Laurel Near. Eraserhead is largely known for its surrealist imagery, lack of coherent plot, and Spike, everyone’s favorite mutant baby. On Rotten Tomatoes and IMDb, Eraserhead is lambasted for just how confused and uncomfortable it makes viewers; but to the few of us who fell in love at first watch, Eraserhead makes all the sense it needs to. Notoriously persnickety film critic Roger Ebert wrote that “The film not only matched my expectations, it exceeded them in ways I never dreamed could be possible… I may not have been able to explain it when it was all over, but for every single one of its 89 minutes, I was absolutely mesmerized.”

Eraserhead lit a fire within me for which I am eternally grateful. Looking at the success of the film, I was freed from the assumption that artistic works of any kind must appeal to everyone in order to be successful. I was also freed from the need to explain myself or my art. Lynch famously never did. There’s an interview clip where Lynch states bluntly, “You know, Eraserhead is my most spiritual film.”

“Elaborate on that.” prods the interviewer, leaning toward Lynch, who simply shifts in his seat, smiles, and says,

“No.”

That simple ‘no’ left viewers and fans the complete freedom to glean whatever they would like from Eraserhead. It made the work bigger, deeper, and each watch a new experience. For me, the film is a source of comfort, with the Radiator Lady at the epicenter. For my boyfriend, it’s about parental inadequacy. Even though we don’t agree, what matters is that when we settle down to watch it over hot wings (a reference to Henry’s bemused line about the man made chickens in the dinner scene), we both enjoy the movie, and quote it almost daily. Eraserhead is not for the masses, but its loyal fanbase keeps it more than alive. It’s proof that pieces made from the heart will be loved enough by someone.

I started writing again. I had to work from the ground up, rebuilding mechanics and tossing things around to get myself up to par. Genesis of Eleanor was the resulting novella idea. Something Eraserhead adjacent that I would proudly present to Lynch and say: “Here, Mr. Lynch, you very literally saved my life.”

In a way, that’s true. Lynch created only for himself, solely to keep the river of ideas in his head at a constant rush. He never cared about the box office or what critics had to say. Lynch made art because he loved it, and considered the denial of any creative idea to be suicide. I took a note from Lynch and stopped caring. I wrote like mad. Not everything was good, I have no trouble admitting that, but it was on paper and I was serving my purpose again.

Then came January 16, 2025. I had just woken up from a nap taken to avoid the discussion of parabolas, and logged onto Tumblr. A wall of purple text met my groggy eyes that announced the destruction of the spider silk thin tether that held my hopes aloft. Los Angeles fires had raged too close to Mulholland Drive, forcing the oxygen tank toting David Lynch to evacuate.

The stress killed him.

I ran down to my locker at dismissal, nose practically touching the screen of my phone as I googled whether or not this was true. It crushingly, resoundingly was. Now, I have to fight the urge to stop writing with all my might, because I feel Lynch would be furious with me for such an act of creative suicide.

Even though I am fighting heart and soul to keep creating, I do so with the liberation that my art is for me alone. Only I am required to love what I make, and just like Eraserhead, the rest will fall into place. Lynch laid the groundwork for an industry loophole that allows creative minds to rampage. If we follow the example Lynch has set for us, get over ourselves, and embrace the idea of creative freedom, art would flow and paint the world. Lynch stands for the innate need to create that makes us all human, and for that, I give him five stars

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Rest in peace David Lynch.

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Bawling my fucking eyes out realizing if you can believe it, it's Wednesday April 2 once again, but it's not 2022 like when David Lynch recorded that video, it's 2025 and he's is dead. He's been dead and the world is dying right after him.

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David Lynch during the filming of Blue Velvet

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This is fine, I'm fine

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Cleaning out my old laptop, posting screencap collections just to save them somewhere. These are from David Lynch's "Eraserhead" (1977)

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I quote this each time my boyfriend offers me food. (He is actually baking me apple pie tomorrow. Will I say this? Yes. Will he understand? No.)

TWIN PEAKS On the Wings of Love (1991)

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d u n e, 1984 🎬 dir. david lynch

'The Fremen have the word of Muad'dib. They will have their Holy War to cleanse the universe... they will have Arrakis... Dune... their planet.' - paul

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Live laugh love Kale. He's at his best in Dune, I feel.

between twin peaks, blue velvet, and fallout, kyle maclachlan has thoroughly enamored me……. filmography run next? maybe? save me kyle maclachlan

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Only day we can reblog this!! HAPPY TWIN PEAKS DAY!!

Obligatory reblog @aristotle97

It’s five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, “I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”

TWIN PEAKS: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch

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harry pets cooper to get him to shut up

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Yes. Yes he does.

special agent dale cooper lives in my heart rent free