This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing. reblog this. NOW.in all seriousness thoughM..my heart just stopped… ;~;Guys, you’ve got to reblog this. It’s reality and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.I lost a friend to this kind of harassment. I really don’t want to remind myself of everything that happened so I won’t say a word about it. All I will say is, he was one of my best friends and the kindest person I had ever known. The pain I went through after his death was indescribable. I want you all to know that it’s not easing knowing that someone you love had such thoughts that they didn’t deserve living anymore. I’m not good with words at all so please excuse this lousy paragraph I have attempted to write to move you. I am serious though. Don’t ignore this.i’m going to reblog forever.This kills me, please stop this.it seriously hurts to know people say thishow the fuck could you possibly send someone hate, or make rude comments when you know all to well that this could be the outcome, makes me sick. somebody please stop this from happening.
Tears. You see them dripping, slowly and painfully. You try to wipe it up and clean the mess, but it is still there. You can see it in your eyes. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. It was never supposed to happen. It did. You pace frantically, and bite your nails. You do so to keep from screaming. You don’t scream but you nail is ruined. Onto the next one you go. Chewing and chewing, nail by nail. You chew the last one and your stomach churns. You can’t tell, but it is killing you. You run your hands through your hair; your feel small chunks falling out. Time. It’s always the issue, isn’t it? You see scars start to form and your lips quiver. You cover it. You weren’t careful enough this time. They did this. Not intentionally, but it has been done. They broke you, damaged you in ways no person should be damaged. You cradle your scarred heart. It hardens. You harden. The tears turn to a desert, your words to a whisper. You pick up the memories. Lock them away, and close the door. But you heart will always remember.
Though most people never seem to mention it, I have often wondered about what the Doctor whispered to Melody in the episode “Let’s Kill Hitler”. Many times I play the scene in my mind, and I just can’t seem to find the right words. But I can imagine. I think of The Doctor, lying on the ground, gasping for breath, just a little more air to tell her what he needs to. What he has to. She leans into his chest, her ear close enough to hear his shallow breath. What did he say? Did he speak a tale of love? Of woe? I believe he told a tale of forgiveness. “River, I understand now. Please don’t cry, I know why you have to. I forgive you. And though I never told you, I will always love you.” I would like to hear what you think he told her, if anyone is reading this.