forever gone but forever in our hearts

Wash Away (The Mess I’ve Made)

A/N: A second part to this story was requested, but this works perfectly well as a standalone story, too!! I’m so hyped to be sharing this with you, and I think it’s pretty clear that no sequels will be possible. That being said, please feel free to scream at me in my inbox about what you thought and pelt me with requests about the bae, Peter Parker/Tom Holland. This was surprisingly fun to write, and I hope that you enjoy it!! 

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“PETER!”

A frantic scream rips its way out of your throat. The Vulture’s hold around your waist is bruisingly tight, but you don’t dare to ask him to loosen his grip. If he takes that statement a little too literally, you might end up in a puddle on the pavement below.

“Let (Y/n) go!” Peter yells, swinging after The Vulture in hot pursuit. “This is between you and me, right?”

“It stopped being between us the moment she decided to spare your miserable life!”

Breathing in quick little gasps, your eyes too round and large in a pale face, your frightened gaze meets Peter’s. Your hand is outstretched, uselessly trying to latch onto a boy who’s nowhere near enough for you to grab hold of. He’s shooting out strings of webs, probably hoping to catch you around the waist and tug you out of The Vulture’s grip and over to him, but the two of you are swooping away on metal wings, too fast for Peter to catch up with.

You decide to lend Peter a hand.

He promised to protect you.

And in all the years that you’ve known him, Peter has never broken a promise.

The sight of Peter reminds you that you’re smarter and braver than this. You clamp your canines onto the fleshy part of The Vulture’s arm, which snaps back. His curses echo around you as you elbow yourself free. Before you can scream, before you even have time to regret your decision, you’re free-falling, hair whipping into your face, limbs flailing about ungracefully, Peter’s name being screamed from your lips.

A stream of webbing latches onto your waist; Peter yanks on the other end of the web, and you’re pulled up into his arms, safe and warm and secure in his tight embrace. Peter catches you with a grunt, and the two of you collapse onto a rooftop in a tangled heap, his back and head absorbing the brunt of the impact. You lie on the floor for what seems to be an eternity, trying to remember how to breathe, trying to distinguish the various aches and pains in your limbs. Peter’s moan pours out the pain around you, but he is strong and full of life.

Peter wastes no time in helping you stand, in checking you over for injuries. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

The growing silence, coupled with your lack of a response, must frighten Peter. His voice is practically a growl as he demands, “What did he do?”

You shake your head; try to find your voice. You’re shaking so badly that you can’t even stand on your own. “I - I’m scared.”

“It’ll be okay, (Y/n).” Peter promises fiercely, hugging you close to his chest. “I’ll take care of this, and then we’ll go home. Okay?”

Your chest convulses on a sob. It’s all you can do not to clutch Peter close to you and not let him go. As it is, you manage a choked, “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

You don’t regret sparing Peter’s life, but every fibre of your being knows that The Vulture is furious at you for turning on him to help Peter. And if he had one target before, you’re sure that you’ve now been bumped up as The Vulture’s number one enemy.

Previous relationship as father and daughter be damned.

“It is not your fault.” Peter says, inspecting your teary face. With infinite gentleness, he wipes away a tear that slips down the curve of a pale cheek. “It’s one thousand percent not your fault.”

A watery laugh bubbles out of you. You lean into his touch. “You can’t have one thousand percent.”

“Yes, you can!” Peter retorts childishly, and you’re snorting snotty bubbles, which makes the two of you laugh even harder.

You hear the tell-tale whirr of an engine approaching. The shift in the mood is almost instantaneous; Peter grabs your hand and practically drags you behind the protective cover of a water tank. You hunker down behind it. It’s not much, not when The Vulture has lasers of mass destruction, but at least Peter isn’t asking you to run.

“I love you, (Y/n),” Peter says, brushing his lips over your hair, over your forehead. “I’ll come back soon, okay?”

He’s gone before you can reply; you can only hope Peter knows that you love him too. All around you, like a chorus of birds rising up from the ground at the same time, comes the other screams of fear, crowding one another on the streets down below. Fear for him hacks at your heart, even though he’s more than capable of defending himself. But he’s only gone up against petty thieves and thugs. This was The Vulture. You know what he’s capable of, you’ve seen what he can do –

“(Y/N)!”

There’s an agonized scream. Before you’re even aware of what’s happening, the Vulture’s appeared in front of you. You’re scrambling backwards now, away from your shelter, away from him, but a crushing blow strikes your chest, and you fly backwards, a ragdoll in the air.

There’s a furious high whine and someone – It’s Peter, it has to be Peter – screams your name, screams it out like a prayer. A feeling of heat, starting in your chest then spreading outwards to your fingers and toes, and the sensation of being lifted, thrown, by a giant’s hand; the ground beneath your feet is revolving, turning upside down and sideways, but then you can’t feel solid ground beneath your feet anymore, and you’re falling, falling, falling.

Peter’s launched himself after you, you can see him trying to grab onto you, your hand, the back of your shirt, anything really, but The Vulture slams into him, and they crash into the side of a building, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Peter’s scream sounds positively frantic now.

They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes, but that’s not how it happens for you.

You see the happier times, filled with love and laughter and light, with people you loved and who loved you in return. You and Michelle, watching The Fault in Our Stars and crying when Augustus died, and how she’d sworn you to secrecy. Ned, trying on Peter’s Spiderman outfit and how you’d laughed yourself into an early grave at the sight of spandex and a ratty hoodie. The time you and Liz had gone shopping, and she’d bought a ‘best friends forever’ necklace in the shape of a heart, and had given you half of it.

And your first kiss with Peter, slow and sweet and hesitant, when you had felt so happy and bright and free, wishing that this moment could last forever because there was no way that this happiness would last.

Floating images and memories, moving in and out. A bright red and blue suit, a hand outstretched, the voice of someone who loves you saying (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), making it sound like the most beautiful song. And Peter’s face, pale and beautiful, warm brown eyes and a smile that had been the centre of your world.

“Peter, I –”

I believe that there are some people we will carry in our hearts forever and others are just a passerby. the passerbys come around one after another, leaving a small imprint but not staying for too long. maybe you share a few laughs and then a few tears for them and then boom they’re done, gone.

now,

those forever people. others, and by others I mean a select few, leave a remarkable impact that keeps your heart beating for them. they are the people you come back to time and time again because they will always be there. they are the people will never leave even if after they have walked out the door. infinite laughs and infinitely more tears are shed not only for but with these people that hold a piece of your heart. this is the person that pops up everytime you hear the sound of the rain or look at the pearly white snow.

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  • Céline Dion - How Does a Moment Last Forever ( Beauty and the Beast 2017).

How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on

Maybe some moments weren’t so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
Or our lives are incomplete
Then when the shadows overtake us
Just when we feel all hope is gone
We’ll hear our song and know once more
Our love lives on

How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protects, persists, and perseveres
And makes us whole

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
That’s how a moment lasts forever
When our song lives on

May 3, 1987

God, our faces look young.
Mark, your goof-smile, teeth overlapping your bottom lip,
belying how incredibly smart you were—how tinged with genius,
and yet unhinged.

Your eyes,
not looking into the camera,
but down and to the left. Watching the floor.
Were you planning your untimely exit, even then?

Your arm is around Christine. Ah, Chris.
You’re staring right at the camera
and there’s no fixing your red-eyes. You’re looking at
the guy taking the picture, my then-boyfriend.

Patrick. Your now-husband. Looking at my easy grin,
looking forward to the after-grad party at Jim’s house,
not realizing Pat had already fallen,
and you had fallen back, with him. My eyes can’t see the

energy between you. How could they? How could any
of us see what would happen next? Chris, your arm around me,
my pink graduation dress, gladiator sandals, my eyes
a happy mixture of box-wine in a flask and the promise

of a back-seat dry-hump with Pat later
in the evening. My eyes and smile time-stamped at
6:43 p.m., May 3rd, 1987—our moment,
thinking back at the confusion in my eyes Mark must have seen,
the tremble in my lips at the party

when Mark told me, goof, gone from his smile, that
you and Pat had left the party together. No good-bye.
Then me, fucked up on pot and shots,
fucking Matt Wells in the back of his karmann ghia,

and what a fucking trick that is,
if you know anything about those cars,
to feel better. To not think of Pat’s promises to you, instead of
me. You wrote in my yearbook,

I don’t ever want to hurt you.
I read that, and thought it a testament to our
friendship. How could I know it was a
preemptive mea culpa, a “sorry, not sorry,”

even back then. Pat didn’t write in it. Was that a show of dignity, or
cowardice? I smile into the camera, but my eyes are
green, not red. It’s funny, Chris, the import I placed for
so long, on your red-eyed image, after graduation night.

As if the camera pronounced you “demoness”
for me, while my tear-stained cheeks stared at
our group for weeks after, smiling, hats still on, tassels on the
right side of adulthood at last. And then you, Ted.

Teddy. Your arm around me.
Your eyes didn’t have green or red.
Brown eyes, soulful, your smile subdued. Yours didn’t look left and
down like Mark’s did. But both of you were gone by 1990.

Both of you had forgotten our promise
to stay friends forever. Forever friends, a promise as sacred
as I do, but only as hallowed as the hearts that vow.
Mouths lie, hearts don’t, and they don’t always know
what the other has planned, do they?

We can’t be friends forever when you’re dead, Ted. Mark.
You broke your word. Fuck you both, for leaving me to
watch the cans tied to Pat and Chris’s getaway car as they
started their new lives, law school, together, Oregon.

Fuck you both for leaving me alone, and Teddy, fuck you
for not telling me you loved me when you had the
chance. Fuck you,
Chris, for telling me you did at all.

But that was ages ago, wasn’t it? Pat is my Facebook friend,
now, how many years later? Too lazy to do the fucking math.
Thirty years, Yeah. Something. Chris, you aren’t. And that actually feels
pretty honest.

I have that photo in with a bunch of other promises,
sacred vows, in our senior yearbook with the “keep in touches”
and “have a great summers.” And the message from you,
Teddy, telling me to “stay cool and cute.”

I didn’t do either, Ted. I became jaded and sucked at
promises, too. Three marriages later. Maybe I’ll get this one
right. And I sucked at finding my way in the world
I wondered, still wonder,

time and again, the way you and Mark chose,
and why. Well, I guess you
found something you didn’t like, maybe,
and that’s why you just stopped looking.

I guess we never promised to call when we wanted to
blow our brains out, huh, Ted?
Never promised to “keep in touch”
with a fatal necktie around our necks, did we, Mark?

God I loved you both.
I fucking miss you.
And fuck you.
And fuck me, too.

I close the yearbook, and indulge. I look Pat up on
Facebook. I look at pictures of Chris and wish she’d gotten fat.
(She didn’t. She hasn’t. She isn’t.)
Then I remember how I told my kids that high school

is no big deal. Trust me, I’d said, it’s a tiny blip on
the screen of Life. And it won’t matter one day,
all the high school shit. Not even
friends who you thought were “forever.”

I told them that,
and I tell myself that, too.
I tell myself that,
and so many

other lies.

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A love like this

A love as undying as this
Can never, ever be found
A love as pure as ours
Transcends beyond the furthest ground
A love like ours has never existed
And no one has ever felt-
The rough edges of broken hearts entertwining while they melt
A love like this
Will last forever
It will continue
When one day we’re gone
This type of love
Can never end
It will echo forever
When they’re singing our songs

The space between two people is the distance from one heart to another. This can be measured in physical distance, in time or in spiritual connection. While the first two are properties of this world, spiritual connection has a property that surpasses distance and time and therefore carries from this life to the next.

Even if you’re gone, you are here with me. Your heart is always connected to mine. Our love was never based on distance or time.

—  Yasi Nafisi
Connected forever…

Two symbols. One, the symbol of our commander, but also a tiny gear that keeps the whole running. It is the tiniest piece of something that without it, the whole wouldn’t work. The second symbol, a broken infinity symbol, means that all things do live on forever but they live on once they are broken or gone. When you take away the tiniest piece, the gear that keeps us going or the girl that runs out heart, when you cast it away forever, the whole still exist in someone or in some place, but will remain fractured, broken, until the two are reunited. In this life or the next.

Happiest Part Of My Life

Sorry for this.

With shaking hands, Y/N made her way to the front of the room, eyes locked on the floor.

One foot in front of the other. She thought to herself, her breathing in sync with every step.

Turning around slowly, she looked across the crowd, before she lowered her gaze to the piece of paper, unfolding it slowly.

The sound of the paper slipping across itself seemed almost too loud in the quiet room, even though it was filled with people.

She knew all their eyes were on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet any of their stares.

It was too hard.

Finally, the piece of paper was unfolded, and she laid it flat in front of her, on the podium that stood there, her fingers dancing across the words she had scribbled out.

The ink had bled in some places, mixed with the tears that had fallen.

But she had to write it, because if she didn’t, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to say any of it.

And it needed to be said.

It deserved to be said.


Taking in a breath, she wet her lips, and began to speak.

“I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. It should have gone on forever. But instead, our forever was cut short. And now, now I’m left here alone.” Y/N closed her eyes, just for a moment, ignoring the ache in her heart. When she reopened them, she quickly found her spot and continued.

“You promised me that we would be together until the end. That you would always be there for me. Even if I left the dishes from dinner in the sink overnight, or if I bugged you while editing. You said that even though you acted annoyed, you knew it meant I loved you. Because who else would do that, who else would distract you from editing, who else would pretend to have forgotten about the dishes in an attempt to get out of cleaning them?” Her voice broke, just once, but she pushed past it.

“The evenings we spent together, the ones where it was just the two of us, laid together on the couch, some shit movie playing in the background, while we talked about anything and nothing. Those were the best moments. Because it was just you and I. No one else. Nothing hanging over your head or mine. And I loved it. I loved having you in those moments.” A sad smile tugged at her lips as she recalled those moments.

“Not that I didn’t love watching you immerse yourself in a project or video, because you were beautiful even then. The passion burning bright and clear in your eyes, even as they slipped closed when you fell asleep editing. It was clear that you loved what you did. And everyone could see it in your work.” Y/N let out a small sigh as she finally lifted her eyes to the crowd, flitting from face to face, pausing on a select few.

“Joseph Graham Sugg was, and always will be, the love of my life. My favourite moments in life were with him. Even as I stand here before you, I cannot believe he was taken from us. I don’t think I will ever believe it. But I ask that you remember him as he was. Laughing, smiling, loving life. From thatching to youtube, he loved what he did. And those that he surrounded himself with.”


She turned to face the closed casket behind her, resting a hand on it as the tears finally filled her eyes.

“I love you, Joe. And I will never stop loving you.” The words were muttered, said softly for only her and him to hear.

Closing her eyes, she turned and walked back to her seat, her knees giving out as she collapsed into it.

Caspar sat next to her, his lips closed tightly, eyes red as more tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

Silently, he reached a hand over, taking hers in his. He didn’t even look at her, his stare remained forward as the minister moved to stand in front of the podium, his voice carrying across the room.

But Y/N didn’t hear it.

She didn’t hear anything.

She too stared straight ahead, her eyes locked on the casket.

The one that held Joe.

I’m still trying to figure out my complex emotions regarding Robert Vaughn’s passing. Sure, there are sadness and shock, but… It’s more like something I hold true for so long suddenly being taken away. 

After falling in love with MFU and our favorite spies, I always feel so blessed that both David and Robert are still alive, well, happy, and active. It’s so wonderful to feel this connected. But all of a sudden, Robert is gone. I still can’t wrap my brain around it… It… can’t be true right? It’s like telling me one plus one no longer equal to two anymore…

As we all know, MFU fandom is super warm and friendly :) And I just want us to keep posting/talking/writing about this show/Napollya/McVaughn. Let’s continue to celebrate MFU and keep Robert’s memory alive.

It’s natural to be sad, but I know Robert won’t want us to. He will forever live in our hearts and I know in David’s as well.

And Napoleon Solo? We all know very well that he lives on forever with his spy husband Illya Kuryakin happily ever after <3

haechannie-exe  asked:

Jikook?

“Hyung, what does forever mean?”

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“Hyung, what does forever mean?”

It is in the rare quiet nights like these, on days where time stretches endlessly into a nothingness where Jungkook finally drops the tough Busan guy act, drops everything that holds him to the shores of reality, if only in front of Park Jimin.

Jimin puts down his book, stares down at Jungkook who has placed his head in Jimin’s lap an hour ago with eyes that reflect his immediate concern. It is not a particularly harsh gaze, just a curious one that Jungkook feels sure is meant to be unobtrusive.

Jungkook doesn’t have to say it; his question lies in the forever Jimin had promised the two of them last week in the quiet of a night just like this one, but Jungkook is young, unsure. Scared to lose Jimin.

But it’s okay. Jungkook knows Jimin understands.

“I think,” Jimin says after a long moment, so long that Jungkook thinks the elder might not answer him after all.

“I think forever comes in a lot of different forms. There’s the good kind of forever that completes you, and a depressing kind that drags on in a maddening way. There is forever in moments that take your breath away and the forever that falls in an empty void.”

Jungkook’s heart clenches, flutters under the fabric of his shirt and he closes his eyes to the lull of Jimin’s voice. He doesn’t want to think, just listen. Just for now.

“But for better or for worse, forever doesn’t really end. That’s the whole point of it. I think the best thing about forever is that unlike a lot of other things, we don’t have to cling to it. It kind of just washes over everyone, at least once in their lifetime. Even if it is the depressing kind.”

Jimin’s fingers find Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook feels him softly run his fingers through it. Jungkook knows Jimin is probably not here now, probably looking at an unmarked point on the wall ahead, probably bobbing in the middle of a sea of thoughts Jungkook will never place.

“But,” Jimin says, and Jungkook hears the sudden smile in Jimin’s voice and his eyes fly open to catch a glimpse of the boy he has fallen in love with.

“I think the only forever is change, you know? And until we’re all reduced to dust and buried and gone, we all get to live our tiny fraction of forever.”

“Like me and you?” Jungkook asks quietly, and Jimin laughs a soft laugh, the kind that has Jungkook’s heart beating at thrice its normal rate.

“Yeah,” Jimin says. “Like me and you, Kookie.”

Jungkook is awful at expressing how he feels, awful at telling Jimin that without him, he’d be lost. It is a curse Jungkook finds difficult to live with so many times because Jimin is the very opposite of him that way. So instead he catches Jimin’s fingers between his own and squeezes them once gratefully.

But it’s okay. Jungkook knows that Jimin understands.


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Zayn had to pay 10 fucking million dollars because his mental health was not okay

Modest! made him pay to leave so he take care of himself bc they are too selfish to care about their employees. I don’t want new album or tour. I couldn’t give a fuck less if we have to wait 5 years for another album I just want zayn happy and back in the band and I want them to be able to do what they want and not have to worry about a strict contract.
Liam has to apologize for swearing on Twitter bc he said he might ‘get in trouble’
Harry has to hide his relationships
Niall has to perform with his bad knee and wasn’t able to have surgery until it best suited modest! Timetable.
Louis I doubt has a stable mental health either and they are constantly picking at him.
Zayn had to pay millions to leave, he is mentally ill and he had to fight them so he could actually take care of himself.
When the boys take breaks it’s not real breaks. There are still interviews and promotions. The boys are always being following and their every move watched.
There has to be some line to stop them from pushing the boys so hard. We don’t care if we don’t get albums yearly. We want happy boys. Not robotic sad people reading lyrics and interviews answers.

There are no Slytherins, no Ravenclaws , no Gryffindors, and no Hufflepuffs today. Today, the four houses, usually divided my the fierce pride and loyalty the Harry Potter fandom is known for, join together to mourn the loss of a very talented man. While most, if not all of us did not know him personally, we are all saddened by his passing. While Snape wasn’t the best person, he was a great character, and Alan was an even greater man. The deeper meaning of the word “always” will forever be a mark upon our lives. It is the solemn vow that, no matter how much time passes, our love will not diminish. While he may be gone in body, he will forever live on in spirit, in the heats of his fans. Always.

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After a lot of time, I’m ready to share, here on tumblr, something about my experience of meeting Cory.

It’s been 9 months since he’s gone and I miss him everyday more; but, instead of being sad, day after day I’m trying to focus on the happiness he brought into my life and carry on all the good things he taught me.

I met Cory on July 31st 2011, in Hershey Park, PA.

He was so sweet. At first, I couldn’t speak at all ‘cause I could’t believe it was actually happening…I mean, first watching Bonnie Dune playing, then meeting all of them…it was too much, a dream come true!
When my turn of meeting him arrived, he noticed that I was so thrilled, he smiled to me, gave me a high-five and told me “Hiii, I’m Cory! How are you?”; after a moment of silence, I finally managed to say something and I told him my name and he said it was nice meeting me and asked me where I came from. I told him I came from Italy and he was like “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” (and made the face in the picture) and I was like “nope, I’m serious! I’ll show you my passport if you want to"  then we laughed! He just couldn’t believe that I came all the way from Italy to see Bonnie Dune in concert, he found it incredible, he said that it was amazing, and thanked me. I thanked him too, said that he meant so much to me, that I owed him a lot; I told him that meeting the BD guys and him was such a dream come true and that I loved the concert, but I was starting to get emotional so he started asking me a lot of questions to let me talk. He made me so comfortable and suddendly my shyness disappeared, I felt like I was talking to a friend.
He wanted to know something about my staying in the USA, then from which part of Italy I came from and he started talking about his trip to Italy and to Rome, how much he loved it and how much he wanted to come back. Since he wanted to know if I knew something about Rome, I told him that I moved there for my studies; he said that it was awesome and that Rome was like one of his favorite cities and somehow I was able to tell him "You should come back to Rome!” he was like “Oh, I’d love to! I’ll sure come!!!” .
When it was time to go, he told that it was so nice meeting me (AGAIN!!!), I thanked him for everything he did for me in those years and  told him that I couldn’t believe I managed to actually speak to him; he smiled so big and said “thank YOU! You’re amazing!!!” :’)

One of the best parts of this day was experiencing that he REALLY CARED about his fans: he wanted to know a piece of my story and showed his interest in it; he kept staring into my eyes as I was talking to him and had always a huge smile of his face. You could see his gratitude on his face.

Cory was such a talented and genuine person; he had this essence that makes you feel like you’re worth something when you feel like you’re not. He wasn’t just a typical celebrity, he was someone to rely on whenever you feel down. He had such a positive impact on many people’s lives, both on and off screen; he made us feel his love and thankfulness with everything he said and did.

Cory has touched so many hearts, he has been doing that for years and he will continue doing it for more and more years.
Sometimes, I still have to deal with the fact that he’s actually gone, but I like to think that it doesn’t mean he is gone. He’s still with us all, in our minds, in our hearts and that’s where he’ll stay, forever.

“Love is how you stay alive, even after you’re gone.” ✧❤

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To the people who follow me for Michael Jackson related things, I apologise as this isn’t one of them. Instead i’ve taken time out of my busy schedule to take this time to say my goodbyes to the legendary actor Leonard Nimoy.


Leonard Nimoy holds a special place in my heart like most due to Spock. Even though i am 20 years of age Leonard Nimoy was and is and forever will be my childhood actor. I was introduced to Star Trek TOS at a very young age and i still remember the first episode i watched, I was four years old and 16 years later i’m still hooked. Ever since i have proceeded to hunt down anything Star Trek, From VHS to Laserdisc to DVD to Books and more. A very large majority of it being TOS related. 


I was very sad to hear that this amazing father and person passed away today in his home in LA, Leonard Nimoy was a person i never thought would die, i simply never thought about it, But officially he maybe gone from this world but he will forever live on in our hearts and minds. I send my wishes to his family and his children and i give you my love during this hard and terrible time. I also send the cast members of Star Trek TOS and to the rest of the series my best wishes, You all lost such an amazing and spiritual friend. 


You’ll forever live on in my heart Mr. Nimoy.


“Do not grieve, Admiral. It is logical. The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.” - Spock