You are a childrens show. You are. You are aimed towards children. You are not meant to traumatize them. So—
How is it that you always break my heart? I cry and am crushed. Near weekly, something happens that absolutely makes me miserable. When 9 had to go. When Jack died (the first time). When we lost Rose (the first time). “Rose Tyler, I— (love you)”. The Master’s insanity, his death, his misery. What happened to Donna. When 10 regenerated. When Amy waited. The missing Clerics. When Rory died (every time). Vincent. When 11 was trapped in the Pandorica.
How is it that you break my heart, and then piece it back together using magic and love and hope and joy? How is it that, every week, you reinvigorate my deep belief in the whimsical? In magic? In adventure? In beingfantastic? Running about London with 9 and Rose. Jack’s immense lightness when we first know him (I’m always stunned, in going back and watching episodes like Boom Town, how absolutely… happy Jack is. He’s a totally different person than when we meet him on Torchwood and from there on out. He’s darker. I’m always amazed, and I forget, how terribly joyful and irreverent he once was. Anyway, that’s a tangent). The Master being so cheery and singing along to The Scissor Sisters. The Doctor-Donna, those grand adventures, The Unicorn and the Wasp. 10 saving the world. Six people flying the TARDIS. The Time Crash. Eleven. Rory. When Amy chooses Rory. Vincent. Craig and Sophie. Rory’s return. The Wedding. The Doctor Dances. “Good-bye!”
How is it that you’re so silly, so light, so full of childish absurdity, and yet you manage to touch my heart every week?
I don’t know, but you do. You make everything seem alright, even when it’s not. You make everything seem more magical. More possible. More wonderful.
You’re so much more than Sci-Fi fantasy, cheesy nonsense for children. You’reso much more. You’ve got so much more heart, so much more power to to you than just that.
I know The Doctor won’t sweep in to save me, or save everyone, or save anyone. Or make my life magnificent. But you know what, Doctor Who? You make that sort of magical life seem more possible. Less impossible. Less out of reach.
I can have a marvelous life. Maybe not traveling through space, having adventures with someone truly wonderful, someone old and new, someone very kind, and the very very last of his kind. But I can live my marvelous, magnificent life here on Earth, and be happy. And feel magic and whimsy. And cry and laugh and be broken and be rebuilt. Can find a nice, normal, wonderful guy like Rory Williams, and be terribly happy. And together we can have adventures, and have love and joy and whimsy. We can curl up together and watch Doctor Who until it finally ends. Which I hope is at a time far far away.
Life can beis marvelous all on it’s own.
Thank you, Doctor Who. Really.
much love, forever, Hannah
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This is beautiful. Seriously. I’m almost crying here.
“The thing about exploring is that you have to know whether the thing you’ve found is worth finding. Some things are just sitting there, minding their own business, waiting to be discovered. Like America. And other things are probably better off left alone. Like a dead mouse at the back of the cupboard.”—The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, John Boyne (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“I feel selfish, because I have been living this life as if it is my own. As if I chose to live, to be created, and to do whatever pleases me. I feel selfish because this life was ever so graciously given to me and I am not using it for what it was created. I am embarrassed by this and deeply apologetic, though my feelings are a start, they mean nothing if not fallowed by whole hearted actions. It begins now, my journey to be where I am meant to be. Not wherever I take myself, but wherever I was created to go. Free will is a dangerous thing, but can become so beautiful if not abused. Life is short, I could be gone tomorrow, and I want to be able to say, not to the world, but to myself, that I know where I am going when my journey ends. I want to be smiled upon and be something to be proud of. Please, place me wherever it is I was meant to be. I am unaware of how challenging this will be but I am so more than willing to try, because this is where I will be safe, and I know this to be true.”—Ramblings of a Defeated Romantic: God (via ifyoufeelalive) (via theseviolentdelights)
One of the many reasons why I liked you for so long was because you were a constant and I like things that are constant and I guess I’ve come to agree with the quote, ” the more things change, the more they stay the same”, I guess it makes a lot of difference.
Not sure who was the most recent person who told me that they hated change and I guess at that point of time, I did agree to only disagree but now, just sitting here and thinking about the coming week and about just things in general, I guess I see it, I guess I understand the fear and reason behind the frustration for change
and people always say, and now I too, ” this too shall pass” and I reckon if you thought about it logically, it does makes sense because time passes and eventually people forget or people forgive but either way, whatever bothered you 3 months ago, well, it’s degree of impact will surely be reduced but I don’t think it is comforting when someone says this to you.
I remember when I was sec 2 and Chris and I were really good friend, we sat behind Sticky Rice( the back lane) and she told me how Casey and her just broke up and I just sat there awkwardly, trying to find the right words to say but of course, and nautrally, I said, ” in a matter of days/weeks/months/years, you might see this as a blessing cause you would have moved on, you would have found someone else’
Finding someone else is never that simple and finding someone else does not ever mean that you’ve forgotten, truly and completely forgotten the people that was a milestone for you. Finding someone just means that you’ve accepted things as they are
“Don’t say that. The way I see, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things but vice versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant, and we definitely added to his pile of good things.”—Doctor Who