dorreks:

never and always touching and touched.

kirknspock:

<sub>- Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.
- Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.</sub>

kirknspock:

<sub>- Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.
- Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.</sub>

shh-im-wondering:

moderncouchpotato:

THE FIGURE

Back lit. The wind whips his garment. Now he lowers 
his hood. We see Spock: a radiant, gentled Spock. 
His age is as we have known it; his hair, his face, the 
same; he would look at peace except for the eyes, which 
remain hollow, filled with questions and uncertainties.

SOBBING

spones:

“Because the needs of the one… outweigh the needs of the many.”

sandsiblingsmoved:

we were separated. he couldn’t touch me.