So we know I’ve been kind of on the border about completely leaving tumblr (its like having one foot in the grave haha) but I’ve finally decided: I’m not deleting my blog…and I will be back in about a month or two, but I really need to get through this semester. Therefore, I will be deleting my tumblr app (my last link to my dash that I’m not locked out of), hence no messages, no posts, etc. if you will be desperate to talk to me within that time, message me in the next 24 hours and I’ll send you my oovoo or something..
It’s always a pleasure guys, you are all the best! Truly!
Have a lovely slice of time,
#Can you imagine if one day you’re just casually passing by your living room window when you see a familiar figure outside with a long coat and converse shoes #and your heart stops for a second as if deciding whether you finally died, but you’re alive, and so you wait for the vision to slip back into your subconscience #but it doesn’t.
#He begins to walk away and your book drops from your hand, falling open and wrinkling its pages while your legs bolt towards the front door #but by the time you fumble onto the steps all you can see is a faint outline of an old police telephone box and the distancing sound of waking dreams. #You can’t help but yell out “DOCTOR!” but it’s as noticeable as the last glimmer of the TARDIS bulb.
#Then you find that somehow the sun as gone down and that you’ve been standing on the sidewalk all afternoon, you also realize that neighbors are staring out their windows. #When you finally get inside you run into the living room and look out the window but it’s all dark now. #You step back and your heal hits something, the book, it’s still on the floor #Picking it up you look at it’s creased pages, refusing to unfold them. #An unexpected bookmark for the day you saw The Doctor.
#Ah but as you pick up the page, you notice something between the pages of the book. # A small key, left behind by someone or something to let you know he is still out there. #You breath in and glance back at the window into the night, listening for anything that might have placed that key in your book. #Nothing comes to your ears. #You clench the key in your fist and turn around, ready to head to bed and wishing that your dream was actually reality.
#That would be when the noise sounded up. #The moment when all hope was gone, you hear the sound again. #The whooshing grinding noise that brings hope back to life. #You look over your shoulder into the gloom, # seeing a faint light pierce the dark. #A blue box. #One that is bigger on the inside.# A head pops out of it and looks at you as you stare at the window.
From Vice’s mini documentary on the Suicide Forest in Japan x
I do believe you made that up.
Well, all good stories deserve embellishment.
Happy Christmas redscudery! I noticed you’re partial to the Silver Fox so I made a Lestrade gifset for you as a Secret Santa gift. Hope your holidays have been fantastic!