slacktides:

“He tries to compare them to an O Henry story, like they’re on these crossbones graphs where they keep missing each other, but she smiles intimately, having finally realized: “No. We’re our own fucked-up little story.” They don’t fill each other’s holes and they don’t miss each other’s spaces, they’re not square pegs or round holes, or anything else. She gives him the gift of intimacy, and tells him what she’s just learned: that’s the glue. Not just an approximation, not a fantasy made flesh, but the actual goal.” (x)

#hey here’s an idea for season 8 #why don’t you guys lock yourselves in a room #and just #do it to each other #repeatedly