jeromevaelska:

Amy, you need to start trusting me. It’s never been more important. //

linggchu:

First face this face saw

bowtiehour:

There’s a crack in time in the wall of your bedroom. And it’s been eating away at your life for a long time now. Amy Pond. All alone. The Girl Who Didn’t Make Sense. How could I resist ?

impossiblyamelia:

Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page.

linggchu:

“ Where do you want to start? ”

sophie-likes-bookss:

The Eleventh Hour + the alphabet

thosedysfunctionalkaramazovs:

    then my heart was still unknown,
                                 I was drunk and full of sorrows

amileaspond:

_{Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings!}

merauders:

Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends. [x]

nobleamy:

Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn’t make any sense? 

amypoand:

goodbye.

varous:

_{Are you lonely? Why would I be lonely? Cause you’re sad. Have you lost something? A friend..}