sometimes you just have to lay on your bed and think about star trek
(via kirkbonesspock)
sometimes you just have to lay on your bed and think about star trek
(via kirkbonesspock)
I refuse to die until I see either sentient robots, first contact, virtual reality or all three
I will keep myself alive via pure spite and vitriol until I’m 300 years old
(via lesliecrusher)
what a great nap, i feel totally disoriented and i’m frothing with hate
(via awildofnothing)
current mood: kirk’s facial expression and body language in the screencap netflix uses for star trek tos
(via rectumofglory)
have you ever shipped something so hard that you become irrationally happy and make a sound akin to steam escaping from a kettle every time they so much as stand next to each other
(via fixingbowties)
i don’t have questions i have queer-ies
(via nathannazareth)
Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You don’t know if they are listening, and you don’t know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.
This might be the most accurate thing I’ve read ever
(via tinsnip)
“do you have a girlfriend?”
“no but sometimes people on the internet flirt with me and I have no idea how serious they are about it”
(via rectumofglory)
[SHAKES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND TELLS YOU TO WATCH DS9]