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.