Spending one weekend a year with these people has become the Christmas of my adulthood. There’s nothing I look forward to all year long more than hanging out and laughing with these guys. All we do is talk, play games and drink in beautiful locales, and yet there’s magic in it.
Pie chart of on-screen coffee sips for each Twin Peaks character, to go with our supercut of all the pie and coffee in Twin Peaks.
Reblogged for Jeremy, Connor, Will, oh hell, just about half the people I know.
Agent Cooper’s pure-bliss-face when sipping coffee could sell a cup of garbage water.
Where do they go?
The daily pieces that make up a life.
Do they leave us all at the end
Or do we toss some out throughout our stay - chucking bits of existence like balled-up paper into a bin.
When we see it all flash, do we see the mundane as well?
Not just a tour of past lovers, but a gala of all the floors we’ve swept?
All our graduations, but also every morning test?
How can we accumulate for decades and then in an instant unload every last bit?
I can comprehend death in the moment,
but not in the aggregate.
My friend Jaime died today. I wrote a post about her a couple days ago, but I just noticed a large chunk of it was missing, so I deleted the whole thing.
To sum up: she was a great person with an old soul. She experienced a lot of pain by the time we started dating - she was 26, I was 22 - and I was basically a teenager. I was another dumb boy in her life who wasn’t going to commit to a relationship with her. She kept me around anyway, for some reason, and was nice and kind to me in many ways. We broke off contact when I started dating Emilie, but through facebook I followed her life. I was so happy to hear she was getting married a few years ago, and elated when she was pregnant because I knew it was something she really wanted.
We never had romantic love, but I learned a lot about women from the time I spent with her. I would not have eventually been a good boyfriend without the experiences I had with her, and although I was far, far from a perfect boyfriend, I wouldn’t have been a train wreck without things I learned dating her.
We caught up about once a year. She always had good advice for me and I was always happy to talk to her. On Dec 1st she told me she had cancer, and that the prognosis was grim. We talked for about an hour. She had planned to hold a get-together with friends before the end, but there wasn’t enough time.
I wish I could have called or seen her one more time, to tell her I was proud of her. I wished her good luck before her first chemotherapy treatment. That was the last I saw her online. Her husband kept all her friends aware of her status. Last week he notified everyone it was time to say goodbye and today she died.
I’ll miss her. I will keep her daughter and husband in my thoughts for a long time. She deserved more time, but she made the most of what I had. She was a brave woman.
I hope you’re peaceful wherever you are pal. Thanks for being a friend.