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no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.

quick intro - beth, white mentally ill young queer ass hard femme idk what this gender shit is?? person

He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he’d run away from us and hidden—he was being kind. 

He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there…forever. He still visits my little sister once a year every year.  I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is—can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror, every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you, just for a second, that’s her. That’s always her. As for me, I was suspended in time. And the Doctor put me to work……standing over the fields of England…as their protector.

We wanted to live forever, so the Doctor made sure that we did.

(Source: katiemctennants)