Sometimes I feel like there are no words that could adequately describe how to grieve for the future. The complex sense of loss, uncertainty, the weight of what seems not just likely but inevitable. Not simply mourning what’s to come, but mourning what’s already slipping away.

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You have to make it because you want to see it exist in the world. It’s gotta annoy you a little that it doesn’t exist, and you gotta do it for yourself.

if you made art this year, you did well. a sketch, even if it was scrapped ; a poem, even if it was deleted — mattered. you put thought to paper, you engaged with the creative alchemy of turning feeling to something tangible. doesn't matter if you weren't productive "enough." or good "enough."

I remind myself that I am not my insecurities, and always work to impress myself.

It wasn't about weirdness for weirdness, for me, it was about the divinity-grade acceptance of + affection for the real contours of the world, human and otherwise, present in so much of Lynch's work: gruesome and cloying and piercingly beautiful and dumb, the whole mess, all that open-eyed curiosity

"O falecimento de David Lynch em meio à metástase da IA fortalece a minha convicção de que um dos nossos papéis mais cruciais como professores é *cultivar esquisitice* – para celebrar idiossincrasia, proteger características próprias, validar o propositalmente indisciplinado."

David Lynch gave us the language we needed to better articulate the indescribable strangeness of our shared reality. “Lynchian” is so overused because it’s a viscerally understandable word without any known synonyms. I can’t imagine a more beautiful artistic legacy than that.

The best thing about David Lynch was that he never softened his weirdness for others. The dude refused to mask it, at all.

Can you imagine how much less stress he had to put up with, not expending a single ounce of energy trying to hide his essential weirdness.

Honor his memory by doing something strange, unraveling a riddle within yourself, and working on your favorite projects.

they hate us for simply existing, all this is going to do is make me want to exist even more publicly and be far more annoying than i was before. we have no choice but to

Positivity, kindness, and earnestness are about to be even more punk af.

I think he’s talking about bluesky #skytok