Ask her not to wear those army boots, though. (x)

Ask her not to wear those army boots, though. (x)

#ElleWeek - Day Seven: Free for all // A Softer World

Who has time for perfection? (x)

#ElleWeek - Day Seven: Free for all // A Softer World

Who has time for perfection? (x)


and through it all, we’ll find some other way to carry on through cartilage and fluid 

and through it all, we’ll find some other way 
to carry on through cartilage and fluid 

I used to fantasize about getting laid. Now I just hope I get laid off. (x)

I used to fantasize about getting laid. Now I just hope I get laid off. (x)


I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone

Happy birthday Ana darling, I am so sorry this humble gift is late but I hope you like it nonetheless. I love you lots, my sweet friend ♥

I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone

Happy birthday Ana darling, I am so sorry this humble gift is late but I hope you like it nonetheless. I love you lots, my sweet friend ♥

I wish I could heal youAnd mend where you are brokenI wish I could heal youAnd I wish you could heal me

I wish I could heal you
And mend where you are broken
I wish I could heal you
And I wish you could heal me

If you command wisely, you’ll be obeyed cheerfully. ~Thomas Fuller 

If you command wisely, you’ll be obeyed cheerfully. ~Thomas Fuller 

And it feelsAnd it feels likeHeaven’s so far awayAnd it stingsYeah, it stings nowThe world is so coldNow that you’ve gone away ♪

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven’s so far away
And it stings
Yeah, it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you’ve gone away ♪


The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective. 

Robert Brault

The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective.

Robert Brault


And truth will bury us

Hotch walks slowly into the interrogation room. Morgan is sitting there, tired, like he hasn’t slept in days. They don’t greet, he just nods his head in salutation and Morgan looks away, frustrated.
It feels like years before, when he found Morgan in another interrogation room. But this time it’s different, the secret hidden in Morgan’s eyes is different. This time, Morgan doesn’t want to be rescued.
He can’t be rescued. Not now.
"They have your prints on the crime scene." Morgan doesn’t answer "This doesn’t look good for you, Derek. Let me help you, tell me what happened."
Morgan directs him an annoyed look. Hotch feels like pleading but can’t do that, he’s here as an FBI agent - even if his friendship with Morgan is making it so hard.
"Talk to me. Tell me what happened. Were you there?"
"I want to make a deal." Morgan finally says, taking Hotch by surprise.
"Ok." he murmus, slowly nodding "What do you want?"
"Immunity."
"I can’t…"
"Not for me." Morgan rushes to say, interrupting him. Hotch is trying really hard to read him.
"Who else was there with you?" it’s barely above a whisper.
"I want immunity. For Spencer and David."
Hotch sucks in a breath, going pale as soon as he hears the names.
"What?"
"You know who I’m talking about." Morgan replies, frustrated. Hotch shakes his head and looks towards the glass sharing a secret look with the agents on the other side. Morgan grunts because Hotch is looking at his own reflection, he can’t see them through the glass wall.
"Spencer and David." he repeats "Reid and Rossi?" and his voice breaks at the last syllable. Morgan panics because he knows Hotch and he knows what that means.
"Something happened!"
"Derek, you…"
"What happened?" he begs to know.
"Reid is in the hospital. Since 2012. And Rossi… he died eight months ago."

And truth will bury us

Hotch walks slowly into the interrogation room. Morgan is sitting there, tired, like he hasn’t slept in days. They don’t greet, he just nods his head in salutation and Morgan looks away, frustrated.

It feels like years before, when he found Morgan in another interrogation room. But this time it’s different, the secret hidden in Morgan’s eyes is different. This time, Morgan doesn’t want to be rescued.

He can’t be rescued. Not now.

"They have your prints on the crime scene." Morgan doesn’t answer "This doesn’t look good for you, Derek. Let me help you, tell me what happened."

Morgan directs him an annoyed look. Hotch feels like pleading but can’t do that, he’s here as an FBI agent - even if his friendship with Morgan is making it so hard.

"Talk to me. Tell me what happened. Were you there?"

"I want to make a deal." Morgan finally says, taking Hotch by surprise.

"Ok." he murmus, slowly nodding "What do you want?"

"Immunity."

"I can’t…"

"Not for me." Morgan rushes to say, interrupting him. Hotch is trying really hard to read him.

"Who else was there with you?" it’s barely above a whisper.

"I want immunity. For Spencer and David."

Hotch sucks in a breath, going pale as soon as he hears the names.

"What?"

"You know who I’m talking about." Morgan replies, frustrated. Hotch shakes his head and looks towards the glass sharing a secret look with the agents on the other side. Morgan grunts because Hotch is looking at his own reflection, he can’t see them through the glass wall.

"Spencer and David." he repeats "Reid and Rossi?" and his voice breaks at the last syllable. Morgan panics because he knows Hotch and he knows what that means.

"Something happened!"

"Derek, you…"

"What happened?" he begs to know.

"Reid is in the hospital. Since 2012. And Rossi… he died eight months ago."