jjimkirk:

(your past becomes a fog within you)

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quiobi-lover:

infinitejedilove:

I am not to speak to you

I am to think of you when 

I sit alone or wake at night alone

I am to wait

I do not doubt 

I am to meet you again 

I am to see to it that

I do not lose you

      – Walt Whitman

*cries*

pinoqino:

Wish Upon a Star

A voice calls softly
It calls from within
To trust my steps
And to keep on dreaming

Around night falls and all turns to grey
But I hold a light deep in my heart
I knew you were waiting right from the start

July 7,  at the Star Festival.

lyrics by Spirited away /Hayley Westenra (ENG Ver)