A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
E.E. Cummings (via cobie-smulders)
  • secret government agent: tell me right now, do aliens smoke weed

    mulder: [tied to a chair in a dark room] i wont ever tell you this

    secret government agent: *punches mulder in the face* what kind of weed do aliens smoke

    mulder: *spits blood on the agent*

    secret government agent: where can i buy this dank ass space weed

    mulder: fuck you

  • And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.
    (via hefuckin)