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*

keblava:

Quote from Revenge of the Sith, M. Stover

dailyanakin:

“I sense Count Dooku!”
“I sense a trap.”
“Next move?”
“Spring the trap!”

thecoffeetragedy:

apparently there’s a dude in Canada who has about 150 sled dogs, and every year in the fall, a group of about 7 polar bears come by and play with the dogs – like, literally, they play together and mock-fight and cuddle and just hang out – before the polar bears go up north when the bay freezes to hunt for seals. and they come back every year.

if that wouldn’t make an amazing animated movie I don’t know what would.

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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)