springtime in winter

Happy Monday, fam!!

A couple years ago I’ve noticed myself shift emotionally throughout the seasons. As it grows cold, I fall into a depression feeling like I’m lost, and As it becomes warm I climb out of my slump and rush into achieving the years goals.

Then the cycle continues.

Since acknowledging my roller coaster pattern of emotion, I’ve learned to beat it by making goals for myself, and keeping a constant check on whether I’m achieving those goals, or if those goals still matter enough in my life to pursue them.

anonymous asked:

Everyone asks when mulder fell in love with scully and vice versa but when do you think skinner knew they were in love??

Mulder’s in-and-out edginess has been making Kim nervous for two days. There is a fine line between obsession and grief, between pity and annoyance, and the man knows how to walk a fucking rope.

It’s getting to the point where Skinner’s going to have to fire him or father-talk to him and he’s not emotionally equipped for either.

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I tend to weave dreams out of words and sounds. Simple hellos become complex conversations as we lay on the grass underneath the sun’s loving gaze. Sentences like ‘I love you’ become kisses underneath a star-streaked sky with the moon smiling down approvingly. Your laugh was no different. It was aquarium visits in springtime. Sunsets over tea. Winter snow and camellias. Movie marathons during thunderstorms. Warm laughter on Sunday mornings. Christmas music in June. Nothing I dreamt about made the cut for reality. Maybe we didn’t try hard enough. Maybe I was too deep inside of my head. Maybe you tried too hard to stay out of yours. I don’t think I’ll ever know. The only thing I’m certain of is the fact that things could’ve been different, but they weren’t. So it goes.
—  Dreamweaver // Maxwell Diawuoh

Paring: Credence Barebone/Reader

Tags: female reader, female pronouns, angst, fluff, Ministry of Magic, MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America), some spoilers for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Summary: Come summer, winter, spring or autumn, you’re still a witch, and you’re still in love with Credence Barebone.

Word Count: 2,727

Posting Date:  2017-06-05

Current Date: 2017-06-15

Originally posted by stallingdemons

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“That most Europeans have lost any sense of themselves, and seem to want to be everything but not Europeans. When one surrenders their identity and traditions, they enter the void… and most never return. But maybe this is simply our destiny. Hopefully we shall live to see a “springtime” after this winter of decay.“

M.Moynihan from an O.C. Interview (1998).

APH Russia: Eduard, I’m giving you a raise and a new office, right next to mine. [laughs]

APH Lithuania: But sir, that’s my office.

APH Russia: Don’t worry Toris, I’m putting you where the action is.

[In the men’s restroom, Lithuania is cleaning the urinals with a toothbrush.]

APH Lithuania: Springtime fresh, winter white. What could be better?

APH Prussia: [bursts in and unzips his fly.] Aw man, I really gotta…

APH Lithuania: NOOOOO!