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monodoh:

Just to expand on that Casper post…

holy fuck

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Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.

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#oh no  #msr  #x files  

We can return to the past. We can see the present. We can know the future.

freshprinceofbeleriand:

IM HERE, IM QUEER, AND IM full of existential fear

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#gpoy  

jenmondain:

I’ve been forcing my friends to watch the the X-Files and it has been great to watch the whole series again.

Mulder and Scully still remains one of my favourite on screen partners.

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I rather resent it when people say Uhura didn’t do anything but say, ‘Hailing frequencies open.’ That’s not true. It demeans my status. Uhura represented womanhood and the breakthrough of cross-racial representation. She represented dignity and intelligence, and no one can take that away from her, or me.

Nichelle Nichols in Starlog, February 1992. (via admiralpulaski)

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but you s a v e d me

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jetpacksquirrel:

Doodling my favorite scallywag.

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moarrrmagazine:

What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take? 
- Adam Lupton

Holy mother fuck

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littlemissmutant:

Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.

This photo is giving me LIFE

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fwips:

come n’ get your love~

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josiefeeniee:

Probably my favorite photo in the universe.

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Once upon a time, there was a guy with the improbable name of Fox Mulder. He started out life happily enough, as these things go. He had parents who loved him, a cute kid sister. He had a roof over his head, got all his flu shots, had all his fingers and toes, and aside from being stuck with the name ‘Fox’ which probably taught him how to fight… or not… he pretty much led a normal life.

But the worst thing by far, the biggest kick in the slats this kid Fox ever got, was what happened to his sister. One day, she just disappeared.

Now, Fox buckled down and worked his butt off, graduated top of his class at Oxford, then top of his class at the FBI academy. None of that hard work made up for his sister, though. It was just a way of putting her out of his mind. Finally, the way I figure it, he went out of his mind, and he’s been that way ever since. Fox Mulder pissed away a brilliant career, lost the respect of supervisors and friends, and now lives his life shaking his fist at the sky and muttering about conspiracies to anyone who will listen.

If you ask me, he’s one step away from pushing a baby carriage filled with tin cans down the street.

riverscully:

104/? pictures of Gillian Anderson ]

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