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Another life that’s gone to waste Another light lost from your face It’s complicated

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@vortexseen​ // accepting.

❛ oi ---- ! & just where d’you think you’re goin’ with that ?? ❜

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@wanderdimensions​ // accepting.

warm sand weaves between her toes as she approaches, and then she plops down next to him with two little plastic pineapples in hand. the paper umbrella and twisty straw that garnishes them leaves a subtle grin upon her countenance.  

❛ here, got some freshly squeezed pineapple juice fer ya. it’s so good. ❜ she takes an obnoxiously loud sip from hers.   ❛ ------- you deserve something nice after that, doctor. ❜

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@stormwakes​​ // accepting.

❛ hmm------ absolutely not. nope. i’ve seen a lot in my lifetime but i am not messin’ with THAT thing ! good bye.  ❜

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I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. 

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hatesendings​.

the harshness in her tone strikes a wake up call in him ; waves of guilt engulf his countenance. his avid intent on trying to suppress and avoid coming to terms with the loss of rory and having to face amy again has finally caught up to him. he’s spent far too long running away—however for some reason, unbeknownst to him, he cannot run from her. it is always amelia pond.    ❛    i know … erm …    ❜  a pause,    ❛    amy, i know you’re upset with me.    ❜    so ignorant of him to say—dangerous, even.

 i know i’m late. please forgive me.

her lip quivers and her teeth clench at his words. she can hear the anguish in his voice — the guilt. it only hurts her more. she wants to forgive him right then & there ; but immediately that feeling is met with a memory. rory. his smile. his laugh. his dumb gorgeous eyes that lit up whenever they met hers. extinguished. and it’s HIS fault.

tightly, amy shuts her eyes. she can’t even bear to look at him. her throat gets caught in what she wants to say, and then she feels burning. it starts in her stomach, then rises through her chest and into her throat. her eyes well with tears & she shoots up from her seat, and whirls around to face him.

❛ you knew what i wanted, doctor, knew i couldn’t live without him. and you still took him away from me... why? ❜ ( she knew why, she wanted to hear him say it ) ❛ why’d you do it? ❜

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It seems to me there’s so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of. 

Doctor Who S05E10: Vincent and The Doctor (2010)

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this is the story of amelia pond.  & this is how it ends.

indie eleventh doctor + amy pond. loved by mak & bean.

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amy’s ears perk at the sound of his voice, but she does her best to suppress it---- she can't allow him to notice that she actually kind of MISSED him, after all.  so she refuses to turn her head, the headrest of the big velvet armchair she plopped down in earlier being the only thing standing between them.

her lips purse tightly before she parts them to respond coldly. ❛  yeah------ we should.  ❜  

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  ❛   amy,    ❜     he affirms, albeit the way he holds himself might translate differently. laughable; as a man whose demeanor acclaimed to be one of the most mighty — his display of cowardice is pitiful. a sheer mask to wear for those foolish enough to believe it.    ❛   i need — we should talk.    ❜   

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Did you just shush me?

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not me returning to tumblr for the first time in 3 years cus of mak

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Amy Pond Aesthetic

“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they’re dull as a brick. But then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think ‘not bad, they’re okay’, and then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it, and they just they turn into something so beautiful…”