You’re a thousand years old, you must have something you care about.
And you are all I ever remember.
It’s all shopping lists and electricity bills and biscuits and I love it. And I love you. And I love the privilege of when we’re together. [Deleted dialogue]
Every time we flew away with the Doctor we’d just become part of our life. But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours. Except once. The Year of the Slow Invasion. The time the Doctor came to stay.
“I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness.”
It’s the oldest story in the universe
You were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond
I always worry about you.
nopersonal space - requested by raggedymans