You are constellations, and you are breaths
that swirl in cold times
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night
he carries the universe in his wake
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- Amy. Please. Just come back into the TARDIS, Come along, Pond. Please.
- Raggedy Man, goodbye.
The full set of Radio Times series 8 posters.
These are gorgeous.
It’s the oldest story in the universe. This one or any other. Boy and girl fall in love, get separated by events - war, politics, accidents in time. She’s thrown out of the hex or he’s thrown into it. Since then they’ve been yearning for each other across time and space. Across dimensions. This isn’t a ghost story, it’s a love story.
Amelia, I worked out what it was. I know what I was missing!
I dream about where I'm going.
