guys why am i getting drunk on a tuesday at 11:30pm
The biggest tragedy of Doctor Who for me is the fact that Jack never met the Ponds.
I mean, he would have liked Eleven and Amy.
He would have PURSUED Rory to the ends of the universe, and Rory would just be really confused and Amy would get super overprotective
"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"
can you understand why I need this
When kids come out of their scene phase someone should throw them a party like congratulations you’re less annoying now
I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.
Like so many plain cups on the shelves. You can reach for them, use them without thinking. Most of them don’t matter. Sometimes you lose your grip on one of them and it falls and smashes to piece, and you shrug and say to yourself, what a pity. Then you reach for the cup that you use every day, one that you love and use so often that as you stretch out your hand it is already making the shape that fits its curve. You are certain that yesterday it was in its proper place, but now there is nothing. Just air. You have lost something that was so familiar, so much a part of your life that you were not even looking for it. Just expecting it to be there, as always.
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I’ve ever existed at all.
I have something to say
but I can’t say it.
So how about this, instead.
How about I never saw you coming.
Walking through July like
it was a ring of fire and then you.
You in all your morning glory.
You with the lighter fluid in your mouth.
You on my doorstep trying
to sell me a new security system,
smoke in your teeth.
I know the stories. Someone
is always leaving in them, so here,
take a copy of my keys.
Leave your coat. Make this harder
than it has to be. Make this
a disaster because you know I
live for that.
I was napping on the couch when
I dreamed that you got on a plane
I think it was a nightmare,
at least until you called from the
airport and begged me to come
meet you, then maybe stay forever.
I said yes.
And I know it’s not right,
to say things like this, so I’ll
only say it once.
Listen closely. Are you listening?
Bring your ear to my mouth.
I would follow you anywhere.
God, I would.
hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm