The thing is … time travel is like visiting Paris. You can’t just read the guidebook, you’ve got to throw yourself in! Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers! Or is that just me?
we’ve had to watch River die/kinda die. TWICE. Wow. Ouch.
Alex Kingston being adorable behind the scenes of The Name of the Doctor [x]
#and the story goes like this: a boy meets a girl who knows everything about him - even his deepest and most precious secret #and she tells him stories of the future together. and she’s mysterious. and an enigma. #and he sacrifices herself for him - to save him and to give them another chance #and then she re-appears again - the fireball of secrets. but the boy is a coward so he tries to run away. #because she is his future and she may bring everything with her and she can make him feel things he’s promised himself he’d never feel again #but the girl comes back and back again and she is mad and crazy and understand him and she is his equal on every level #and at this time he stops running away from her - he runs with her. hand in hand. towards danger and the wonders of the worlds. #and then he finds out the she is not a normal girl. she’s something more. she’s a wonder. she’s a miracle. #and she is his - in every meaning of this word. and she loves him so much she is ready to sacrifice the whole universe. #and he marries her. not because he has to but because he wants to. because as much as she is his - he is hers. #but nothing lasts forever. she’s an echo and a constant reminder that he already lost her. so he never says goodbye. #he turns around and runs - away from her once again. because it hurts less. because saying goodbye would mean losing her all over again. #but she is never gone. she’s there with him. all the time. he can see her. she can feel her. he hears her. #she is loved just like she is forgiven: always and completely. #this is not a ghost story. this is a love story. (via iceinherheart-kissonherlips)
“There is a time to live, and a time to sleep. You are an echo, River. Like Clara, like all of us. In the end, my fault, I know. But you should have faded by now.”
Goodbye Sweetie
“People fall out of the world sometimes. But they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for. Faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals, rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”
