medleypond:

amy/eleven parallels: being nice

everything that ever happened, or ever will.

“He doesn’t like that she’s not from Gallifrey.

Because if she was—if she was one of his people, his species, if she was looking forward to centuries of breathing, running, laughing, centuries of new bodies, new faces, all of them ginger (how could Amy Pond ever be anything but ginger?)—if he could put his two hands against her chest and feel two hearts racing beneath his palms, look into her eyes and see the same spinning, burning history that spins and burns in his own memory, hold onto her waist in the dark and call her by a new name, a name that only he will ever know, he and no one else in the universe, in all the time that ever was…” (Objections, by saywheeeee)

There’s nothing wrong with fairy tales.

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby)