dana scully + food = otp

aesthetic sideblog for 𝘃𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲

[because-they-dont-exist]

Literally all Scully wants is to eat. She’s fucking hungry Mulder. And horny. Feed and fuck your wife man.

[msticate]

making you the patron saint of something.

PATRON SAINT OF RELICS.

patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be? tagged by: @n1cap

[jtt-033-1613]

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[schuylerpeck]

no no no, it’s totally fine—will you excuse me for a moment? (steps outside to shriek and sob)

[ojibwa]

[larmoyante]

“I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. I think that’s the strangest thing of all now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.”

— Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From

[freshmoviequotes]

Novitiate (2017)

[babygirldilf]

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

[ashstfu]

having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog

[starpeace]

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

[dumbest-bb]

I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

[thepoisonroom]

love is insane you feel like you're always subtly asking "do you still love me even though i'm flawed" and the answer just keeps being yes

[xshayarsha]

permit yourself anger and permit me mine (…) which does not need to be understood or washed or cauterized, which needs instead to be said and said.

Margaret Atwood, from You Are Happy; Is/Not.  (via 89words)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I love her ferociously, and am frequently irritated by her.

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye  (via merrymusings)

[msticate]

who are you in this haunted house story?

THE MOTHER.

You pour everything you have left into those you love. Desperately, frantically you try to fix what is broken, but the cracks spread faster than you can mend. If only you can hold everyone together, then things might just be okay! However, you only have two hands and all anyone seems to do is pull away. Everyone is different now, even you, and pretending not to see it isn’t making anything better. You see the signs of things going wrong, of what is but should not be, and you try to warn them. You love with every fiber of your being, but try as you might, you cannot make them understand. They don’t listen, no one ever listens.

[paperflowerspress]

I do not need someone to complete me but if you wanted to we could walk next to each other into whatever is coming next.

Meghan Lynn (via paperflowerspress)