nothing personal

A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow


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


You killed me when you said you missed me and failed to do anything about it.

I just hate how happy you are while I am left dying on the inside.


Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale"may my wound be deadly"