one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

The Sound of Music + textposts pt. 7/?

CRIMINAL MINDS 2.21 — "Open Season"

“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

May I please add: PLANETARIUMS.

ART MUSEUMS also

[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]

— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”

i couldn’t have found a normal artist to enjoy it just had to be this freak

ok that was fun im going to stare at the wall for 3 hours and and think about the stevie implications. @taylorswift you will be hearing from my therapist

STEVIE NICKS WROTE "SHE WAS JUST FLYING THROUGH THE CLOUDS WHERE HE SAW HER SHE WAS JUST MAKING HER WAY TO THE STARS WHEN HE LOST HER" FOR TAYLOR SWIFT AND SIGNED IT "FOR T - AND ME" AND I AM SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL??????????

not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.

Mayhem (IA Chapter 24)

Emily Prentiss is what the FBI like to call a rogue. After having her Supervisory status revoked, she’s offered a job with the BAU, her status back, and a clean slate, an offer that’s impossible to refuse. On her first day, though, she finds she’s already fairly well acquainted with her new boss.

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Mayhem

The waiting room echoed with the sound of her pounding heart; a sound that hadn’t left her alone since she’d heard Hotch was in trouble. She tugged absently at her fingernails, hardly registering the sting of pain as her delicate skin tore and her thumb began to bleed. She put the digit to her lips, tasting iron, and then bit at the nail.

The others had gone home hours ago. She couldn’t. The hospital was eerily quiet, lacking the usual rush of a waiting room, of a medical center; Hotch and an unknown official were the only patients.

They were all separated when the explosion happened.

being in love with one person for the rest of my life and healing and growing together is literally what i was built for i stg

Sex is cool, but 2am nights where you are cuddled just talking, laughing, appreciating and getting to know each other on a deeper level is the best shit ever>>>

wdym personal space i'm gonna make a home inside your rib cage