saferincages:

the 90s aesthetic of The X-Files is so comforting to me. VHS tapes, clunky phones, that modem sound we found so horrid then, adorable glasses that are too big for one’s face reflecting the curved surfaces and rectangular flashing cursors of boxy computer screens, Scully’s beautiful puffy coat. even dusty, shadowed rooms lit by flashlight beams, like campfire stories remembered in the dark, somehow seem nostalgic. in these moments, I can pretend I’m young again, wide-eyed enough to still believe the truth is out there, and I’m alive.