Hello old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and we’re very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
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We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful!
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“Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before”
always reblog companion spams that don’t forget about Mickey.
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It’s so very strange to me that something my chaplaincy supervisor said to me when I was 22 years old would become a Doctor Who gif with a gajillion notes.
In short, on this Thanksgiving, I am grateful for tumblr.
But there was a time, there were years, when I couldn’t live without you
He’s a liar and a coward.
Fake Benevolence 