Bones: Permission to speak freely, sir?
Spock: I welcome it.
Bones: Do you? OK, then. Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Are you making a logical choice, sending Kirk away? Probably. But, the right one? You know, back home we have a saying: “If you wanna ride in the Kentucky Derby, you don’t leave your prized stallion in the stable.”
Spock: A curious metaphor, doctor, as a stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential.
Bones: My God, man, you could at least act like it was a hard decision.
Spock: I intend to assist in the effort to reestablish communication with Starfleet. However, if crew morale is better served by my roaming the halls weeping, I will gladly defer to your medical expertise. Excuse me.
Bones: …green-blooded hobgoblin.
Drew Barrymore, photographed by Annie Leibovitz - May, 2005
I am not by any means a rash person. I don’t jump. I’m not brave, or spontaneous.
Nearly a month and a half ago, that changed. This boy found me. I don’t know how, but I’m so incredibly lucky that he did. We’ve spoken every day for nearly a month now. Every single day, many hours a day.
And I wish I were joking about this, because it would make me far less pathetic, but he truly amazes me every. single. day.
I love how he doesn’t go ten minutes without telling me how beautiful I am (he’s full of bologna). I love that he plans for us to go to an Ivy league school together. I love how he loves his family. I love him for working so hard for all he has accomplished. I love how he is totally gorgeous, but refuses to admit it. I love that he’s completely true to his character. I love how he makes me laugh, really laugh. I love how we’re both perverts, but not in a gross way. I love how we have the same favorite candy. I love the way he takes off his glasses when he’s laughing or crying, and balances them on the side of his hand. I love the way that we are constantly pranking each other, or rickrollling the other person. I love how his nose crinkles up when he picks up a book, and immediately begins soaking up the words on the pages. I love how he loves school. I love how he always looks at me like he looked at me for the first time. I love how just thinking of him shoots electricity through every nerve in my body. I love that we’re both complete and total nerds. I love that I was completely myself from the first moment we began talking. I love the noises he makes when he stretches. I love knowing that we would die for each other, even though we’ve barely started to fall for one another. I love that he could score 100 percent on the math portion of an ACT aptitude test, and still be modest about his scores. I love that both our crazy minds go quiet when we hear each others voices. I love how I ache to hold him. I love the angry faces he makes when the technology around him fails. I love the fact that he stays up until 4 in the morning to talk to me, even if he’s waking up at 6 the next day. I love that I am constantly craving the sound of his voice. I love that I’ve experienced, for the first time, the feeling that someone has walked into my life and will not leave, for a very very very long time. It will take a team of horses to pull me away from him at this point- and I love knowing this to be true.
I hate the 1,572.43 miles inbetween his hands and mine.
How did this happen? I have no idea, but I’m thrilled. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
It definitely wasn’t coincidence that I met this man.
I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was 12. It took me 3 years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt. You know, loving a girl. But I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screw guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away and made you think things were you’re fault, but really, I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these.. these tickets to Goa for us 3 months ago. But.. I couldn’t stand. I didn’t want to be a slave for the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me.
— Naomi Campbell
Skins 4.08, Everyone
This was beautiful <3
yes it was very very sweet.
Cutest part. Only good thing about the finale.