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Elvis never could carry a tune/ And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon/ She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin/ Saying well why don't I begin again/ With turpentine and patches/ With cold, cold Campbell's from the canFollowing
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Doctor Who 2.08 “The Impossible Planet”
(Merci, mylittlepwny!)
You were right. Sometimes I need someone.
These two photos are kind of intense. Aren’t they? (I also want to say: DONNNNAAAAAAA. HE NEEDED YOU.)
OH I JUST MISS THEM BOTH SO MUCH.
They leave. Because they should or because they find someone else. And some of them, some of them forget me. I suppose in the end, they break my heart.
And we never stopped, did we? All across the universe. Running, running, running.
Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it’s a world or a relationship, everything has its time and everything ends.
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Doctor/Cassandra: Ah ahhh, two hearts! Oh baby, I’m beating out a samba!
Rose: Get out of him!
Doctor/Cassandra: Oh, he’s slim and a little bit foxy. You thought so, too. I’ve been inside your head. You’ve been looking. You like it.
DONNA: You’re kidding. Don’t tell me the TARDIS is gone.
THE DOCTOR: Okay.
DONNA: Where is it then?
THE DOCTOR: You told me not to tell you.
DONNA: Don’t get clever in Latin!— Doctor Who (4x02: The Fires of Pompeii)
