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missatralissa:

DOCTOR WHO DAY!!!!!

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Time to revive this place!! 

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alwaysacompanion:

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halorvic:

Scribbling stuff while waiting for the newest DW episode to finish downloading.

why did do

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

alwaysacompanion:

phantomlokiofthe221bsupertardis:

halorvic:

Scribbling stuff while waiting for the newest DW episode to finish downloading.

why did do

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

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valeria2067:

Dear Dad,

By this time, the Doctor has told you what happened. Please try not to blame him or yourself. We are safe and happy, really. Amy is gorgeous as ever, and I’ve taken up photography a bit as you can see.

The woman bringing you this postcard will tell you more. Much more. I’ll leave that to her.

We miss you, Dad, and we love you. We’ll be waiting for you. Just don’t get here too soon, okay?

Someone needs to water the plants.

Love,

Rory & Amy

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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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They leave. Because they should. Or they find someone else. And some of them…some of them forget me. I suppose in the end… they break my heart.

Some left me, some got left behind and some…not many but some, died.

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