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iceinherheart-kissonherlips:

'In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you - on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck - even then. And afterwards - perhaps most of all afterwards - I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B… without looking, or, without lifting the pencil… or in some other way… we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.' || [x]

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mainstreetinternet:

The science witch trials

blueboxtraveller:

Give me someone I like."

The wavering projection instantly transported him back to the first time they’d been separated by the void. The months he spent trying to find a way across the void before accepting that he could only send an image. No touch. The last time Rose’s image had been in the console room was when he had burned up a sun just to see her one last time, to tell her goodbye. And he never even got the chance. He didn’t get to tell her the words that he tried to get out, the ones she deserved to hear.

He thought she knew, thought that it really wasn’t necessary to say it but one look at her face during that aborted goodbye told him otherwise. She needed to hear it, needed to know because she was sure of her feeling, brave like she always was in being able to tell him, but her eyes were vulnerable. She didn’t know for sure that he loved her.

New him, new room, same feelings. But this time when he fell apart, Rose wasn’t there to put the pieces back together. (excerpts from fic by perfectlyrose)

tears-of-suicidal:

"help me get him down!                                                                                  get him down!"

tears-of-suicidal:

"help me get him down!                                                                                  get him down!"