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29th August
2012
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Hello There!

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25th August
2012
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My new puppy!

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20th April
2011
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You read my eyes just like your diary.

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17th April
2011
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(Source: leilockheart)

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17th April
2011
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xombiedirge:

A Nightmare on Sesame Street by Austen Mengler

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15th April
2011
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15th April
2011
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Do you know what’s hard?

After making other people happy… they don’t realize you need them to do the same!

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15th April
2011
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Photo Courtesy: bettyspaghetty

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15th April
2011
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(Source: explosmcomics, via pussalia-deactivated20130412)

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15th April
2011
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Wanting you

Is driving Me Crazy…

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Anonymous asked: You stare into its depths; it stares back at you - writhing, forever changing. It is not a thing that stills, it never stops - it moves through everything, it creates and, in the same whip, the same caress, the same too-sudden lash of careless, frivolous wonder, it destroys.

You realise in an instant that the lights that are not lights could lash your way at any moment. It is thoughtless, it is without mercy - one twist in all that is and has been, and you no longer are; it is ruthless. And yet, it remains your creator, your home, the dwelling of all that you are and all that you see -

Some would run from its terror; some would flee. Some would scream. Many would scream.

But as the rhythm starts in your ears, the slow, solemn pounding of all that is to come, of all that you are - the name, his name, forever yours to follow -

You do not run.

You smile - and lose yourself the beauty of Time itself.

Answer its call.

I can’t.

Accurate description of myself staring into the Time Vortex for the first time

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Anonymous asked: He presses you into the wall, suddenly. Your wrists, pinned back by his hands, impossibly, inhumanly strong.

The Master leans forward; you lean back, feeling your heart thump-thump against your ribcage (not like his, thump-thump-thump-thump, eternally).

"You would never cross me, my dear Polina, would you?"

Unbidden, a whimper makes its way from your throat.

"I could take you... right here. The middle of the Valiant, the Doctor, ever the saint, trying his best not to look on, anybody able to walk in any time - I could take you right here, and you wouldn't even complain."

Hate him, love him, you don't even know anymore - you're his.

You know he's right - it sends a chill down your spine, as his lips close over yours...

Oh.

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Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)

The Script

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Breakeven (Falling to Pieces) by The Script

I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing

Just...

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