The Doctor: Rose, did you make it?
Rose: Sorry, I was a bit slow. See you then, Doctor. It wasn’t your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn’t your fault. You know what? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
so pretty, so smart, such a waste of a young heart
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
Amy: We’re such tiny parts of your life, aren’t we?
The Doctor: Amy, you are enormous parts of my life. And you are all I ever remember.
(Source: companions, via robinhook)
You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state it’s just… quite sad. —
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
(Source: atomos, via simonamstells-deactivated201303)
spread these broken wings and learn to fly
one queen → sansa stark
(Source: samsastark, via brienneoftarth)
When sadness was the sea, you taught me how to swim.