trashfirefallon:

wastedarkcell:

trashfirefallon:

Concept: you walk into your house. I’m sprawled out on the floor under a throw rug. You scream. I scream. You scream some more. I ask you for a single lima bean. You have one in your hand for some reason. You give me the bean. I eat it in silence staring out the window. I get up and curtsey, still wrapped in the rug. Then I pass out on the floor, hitting my head, killing me instantly. I clip through the ceiling and am never seen again.

This isn’t shitposting. This is a cut scene from a David Lynch project.

David Lynch won’t return my calls.