studying isn’t punk, scully. you know what’s punk? hunting aliens with me.
A thousand men have fallen for her white eye
A thousand anchors couldn’t hold back this ship
All her lovers
Will sleep forever and ever
I can feed the caterpillar, I can whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches follows its own nature and is beyond me.
is this testing whether i’m a replicant or a lesbian, mr. deckard?
fleurdelunaa: I feel so tired and drained, just let me lay here for awhile
golden (fall out boy cover) - kat sinclair
buried deep within there’s a human