wondering soul

I mean If I were a vegetarian lizard living my life peacefully and suddenly I got bitten by a man and transformed into a British man forced to work I would also be pretty terrified.

You can take the man out of the conspiracy theories but not the conspiracy theories out of the man. And this man is a LUNATIC, our LUNATIC.

I am watching s10 of the x-files and omg what is this BLESSING my screen, Mulder just running around with his phone camera on trying to take a picture of some monster. My guy is HILARIOUS. He is such a boomer I love him.

Agent Harrison is just a fangirl of the earlier seasons of the x-files and a fangirl of Scully and Mulder specifically. Like: "If Agent Mulder were here he'd keep going", yeahh absolutely he would. She knows it, we know it, they know it. Everybody knows it and we're just being reminded of his absence.

I find it so hot when men are protective of their women and they will fuck everyone who tries to hurt them up.

They are so IMPORTANT to me.

Cannot and will not stfu about them like ever. They are THE couple. I miss them.

I miss early seasons Mulder and Scully. I'm mourning them. I miss their relationship. I miss them. I miss Mulder. I miss their little kisses on the forehead. I miss Mulder being a nut case, and goofy, and funny. I miss them. I miss them. I miss them.

I miss David Duchovny like a mf. BRING HIM BACK.

Lately life feels like I'm haunting my own narrative. Like those post concert videos where the person is just standing in the center looking at the stage, post concert depression, rethinking and contemplating life, while others move next to them. They are the main character yet they are kind of blurry. They exist but barely. Confetti on the ground, dim lighting, tears streaming down their face. There but just barely, alive but also not.