Its only a paper moon 
Hanging over a cardboard sea 
But it wouldn’t be make-believe 
If you believed in me 

Now, it’s only a canvas sky 
Hanging over a muslin tree 
But it wouldn’t be make-believe 
If you believed in me

aprincessofmars:

this is the way baseball is meant to be played

When the war began, I wasn’t happy or anything, but I was eager. I wanted to test myself. I wanted to prove I had what it took to be a soldier. And I saw a lot of combat. I saw a lot of people get hurt. I saw a lot of people die, but I didn’t think anything was going to happen to me. And then suddenly Doctor Bashir is telling me he has to cut my leg off. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. If I can get shot, if I can lose my leg, anything could happen to me, Vic. I could die tomorrow. I don’t know if I’m ready to face that. If I stay here, at least I know what the future is going to be like.

spandexual:

god the Vorta are all such snooty bitches, I love them