I am part civet, part mouser.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

—  jeanette winterson, lighthousekeeping

They burned the X Files.

They burned the X Files.


Mulder’s life work.

Scully’s invested time and sacrifices.

That was his home.

That was her home.

It was THEIR home.

They destroyed their home.

All that they been through, all the pain and suffering, all the good and the bad it’s ash.

I…well I don’t know how to feel.

I just finished the End. And I don’t know how to feel.

I’m flabbergasted….I am just floored.

I feel so personally attacked.

I started this show wanting to have a good time.

And I am feeling so attacked right now.

I didn’t ask for this.

The look on Mulder’s face, and the way that Scully just went to grab on to Mulder like….like she just couldn’t believe what she was seeing and had to grab him to know that this was real.

The way her face scrunched up, to just complete despair. I haven’t felt such a devastating blow like this since reading the 10th book of A Series of Unfortunate Events, when the Baudelaire children found the last of VFD safehouse burned to the fucking ground.

This is like the Red Wedding all over again.

I-I-I’m just…