CAPTAIN KIRK

jamestjerkk:

#what’s that?#we have the entire room to ourselves?#there’s no one in here but the three of us#but we still all choose to sit at this tiny little sidetable#and then the two of us sit practically in each other’s laps#and intertwine our arms together as if we weren’t close enough already?#surely you’re just imagining things (via antifanatical)

the arms. their hands.

[ whenever i get sad i look at this post and smile ]

because i need an excuse to choose me

but what really kills me is that you don’t remember anything (anything at all) from everything that we used to be.

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spock/kirk + van gogh: wheatfield with crows