Hags

I’m here! I am ready to do my part 🫡

I am rebuilding my @gurlhaggard.bsky.social DMs brick by brick and yet, nary a glance paid. Bereft of a shared chortle in the dark of night. Anguished at the foot of the rising tower of quips.

My vibe for end of winter/spring? Doom Maiden

Two women, each wearing black and white scarves wrapped around their heads. One is polka dot, the other is chevron. Their tongues are out. They are drunk.

Two showgirls on a couch, one is seated, wearing purple, the other has her head in her lap and is wearing yellow. Her butt is aloft.

Two women laying head to head. Wearing lilac and yellow. Their eyes are closed.

Two woman, cheek to cheek, grinning like maniacs. They are probably drunk.

It’s @gurlhaggard.bsky.social’s 40th birthday and she is my favorite. Sorry, the position has been taken. I make the rules.

Thought I was losing my mind or getting depressed, turns out I just needed to go outside

"Forty-two years ago, for reasons beyond my comprehension, David Lynch plucked me out of obscurity to star in his first and last big budget movie. He clearly saw something in me that even I didn’t recognize. I owe my entire career, and life really, to his vision. What I saw in him was an enigmatic and intuitive man with a creative ocean bursting forth inside of him. He was in touch with something the rest of us wish we could get to. Our friendship blossomed on Blue Velvet and then Twin Peaks and I always found him to be the most authentically alive person I’d ever met. David was in tune with the universe and his own imagination on a level that seemed to be the best version of human. He was not interested in answers because he understood that questions are the drive that make us who we are. They are our breath. While the world has lost a remarkable artist, I’ve lost a dear friend who imagined a future for me and allowed me to travel in worlds I could never have conceived on my own. I can see him now, standing up to greet me in his backyard, with a warm smile and big hug and that Great Plains honk of a voice. We’d talk coffee, the joy of the unexpected, the beauty of the world, and laugh. His love for me and mine for him came out of the cosmic fate of two people who saw the best things about themselves in each other. I will miss him more than the limits of my language can tell and my heart can bear. My world is that much fuller because I knew him and that much emptier now that he’s gone. David, I remain forever changed, and forever your Kale. Thank you for everything."

was mostly keeping it together until I read Kyle MacLachlan's tribute to David Lynch

David Lynch – a life in pictures. The award-winning film director, artist and musician was one of the most original figures in American cinema, with pioneering work including Twin Peaks for TV and classic films Blue Velvet, Wild at Heart and Mulholland Drive. www.theguardian.com/film/gallery...

David Lynch’s art has touched and inspired me through every era of my life - but watching Twin Peaks in my early 20s made me curious about the strip club and being an esoteric brunette and now here I am, fully formed for the moment/everlasting for the future

Pamela Anderson in the Criterion Closet. The text reads, “We love David Lynch.”

my timeline

Art is what helps us through every other fucking thing.

I had that same hat!

I love the movie The Fifth Element so much, just cuz at my core I want to be a non human entity who is constantly serving looks

So many Billies! I love it!

Yay! Night crew back together again!

Ring, Ring! It’s me AGAIN

Radical joy is radical. Full stop.

The paywall is down for this one 👇

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****comes busting in the door IM HERE

Oh I love this!