I OWE MY SOUL TO THE COMPANY STORE | SEVERANCE | 16 TONS

gonna crack a rib when i get home

the full set

leonardo da pimci

same as it ever was

mp100 love like you

its not a hymn its not a song

[ID: an illustration of the kageyama brothers from mob psycho 100. they are standing side by side, facing the viewer, leaning into each other slightly in a half-hug with a fond expression. mob is wearing a sweater vest and t-shirt, and ritsu is wearing a hoodie. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

that you grew up singing in church

[ID: an illustration of dimple and mob from mob psycho 100. dimple is in his god form and his carrying a passed-out mob on his back with a slight smirk. mob is wearing his monkey shirt. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

this ones a little bit louder and its a little bit worse

[ID: an illustration of mob and reigen from mob psycho 100. their backs are turned from the viewer, and reigens arm is wrapped around mobs shoulder. reigens dress shirt is tattered and mob is wearing his middle school uniform. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

its all- its not- its all- its nothing

[ID: an illustration of mob and teru. mob on the right is facing teru to the left of him and flexing his muscles with a bashful expression. teru is facing mob on his right and holding mobs forearm, looking at mob with a happy expression. teru has long hair, earrings, a clip holding his hair behind his ear, and is wearing a cardigan with dress shirt and tie. mob is wearing his gym shirt. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

its something harder to find

[ID: an illustration of ritsu and shou. ritsu, to the left of shou is grabbing shous arm, while shou, faces over his shoulder at ristu with a sly expression. shou is wearing his typical bomber jacket outfit and ritsu is wearing a hoodie with a jacket on top. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

the thought of biting n a bullet

[ID: an illustration of serizawa and his mother. serizawa and his mom are in a tight embrace, with serizawa collapsed on the ground holding his mom, and his mob hunched over, bearing the weight of her son, her hands gripping serizawa's clothes and his hair. serizawa is wearing his claw uniform, and his mother is wearing a sweater, pants, and slippers. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

shot out of sight and out of mine

[ID: an illustration of mob, teru, reigen, serizawa, tome, dimple, ritsu and shou. tome, to the very left, is wearing her highschool uniform. she is leaning over, looking to the right of her with a smirk. serizawa is looking at the viewer with a slightly strained smile, wearing his spirits and such uniform. reigens body is facing the left, while his head is turned towards mob. he is wearing his normal suit and tie and has a slight smile. mob in the center is facing directly toward the viewer with a smile, wearing a turtle neck. dimple, in his ghost form, is above and to the right of mob, putting a bunny sign behind his head. teru is leaning into mob, with his hand around his shoulder and winking towards the viewer. he had his long hair, and is wearing a shirt and jacket. ritsu has his hand on mobs back, wearing a shirt over a long sleeve shirt. he is looking at mob with a slight smile. shou on the very right has his arm resting on ritsus shoulders, facing the viewer with a wide grin. he is wearing his usual outfit and has a buzz cut. they are colored in a flat yellow, with red radiating from their points of contact. the background is solid white. END ID]

it's not just anything...

inspired by this song

Mulder “joking” that he wished he had a peg leg as a kid so people could see that there was something wrong with him and wouldn’t expect him to function properly is so rich in character for a throw away line.

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.