“Fall In Love With Someone Who’s Comfortable With Your Silence. Find Someone Who Doesn’t Need Your

Doctor Who text posts: Eleven edition – pt. 4

Heaven must smell like

Lemons & clean sheets, today

My heaven's at home

🍋 gratitude haiku day 27

girl help the eldritch horrors are organising a pride and prejudice party and making us dance to mirror their forbidden and repressed love. yes there is a michael jackson thriller video reenactment outside trying to get in. no yeah i still want that rare doctor who annual

“Youre not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the center of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”

— Abby McDonald

Timor Mortis

by Louise Glück

Why are you afraid?

A man in a top hat passed under the bedroom window. I couldn’t have been more than four at the time.

It was a dream: I saw him when I was high up, where I should have been safe from him.

Do you remember your childhood?

When the dream ended terror remained. I lay in my bed— my crib maybe.

I dreamed I was kidnapped. That means I knew what love was, how it places the soul in jeopardy. I knew. I substituted my body.

But you were hostage?

I was afraid of love, of being taken away. Everyone afraid of love is afraid of death.

I pretended indifference even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt the less able I was to respond.

Do you remember your childhood?

I understood that the magnitude of these gifts was balanced by the scope of my rejection.

Do you remember your childhood?

I lay in the forest. Still, more still than any living creature. Watching the sun rise.

And I remember once my mother turning away from me in great anger. Or perhaps it was grief. Because for all she had given me, for all her love, I failed to show gratitude. And I made no sign of understanding.

For which I was never forgiven.

“Youre not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the center of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”

— Abby McDonald

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“The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.”

— Carl Gustav Jung

No, but you don't understand. Arthur looked at Merlin like this:

And like this:

And also like this:

And like this, too:

Like this, this, this, this, this, this, this and this:

You can see him falling over and over through the seasons.

Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran