becausepandas

 The Doctor wandered around the TARDIS for the seventh consecutive time.  There wasn’t a whole lot to do—well, actually, there was anything in the universe to do, that he knew. But it just didn’t feel right.  He missed Sarah Jane. He missed Wilfred. He missed Donna, he missed Mickey, he missed Martha, hell, he even missed Jackie, and nothing in his 900 years of existence could have prepared him for how much he missed Rose Tyler. Rose Tyler. Just thinking of her name sent the shocking pain of grief through both of his hearts. He found himself in the console room once again.  Tired of moping around the TARDIS, he plopped him

 This was a terrible decision.  Oh god, it was looking at me, right at me! I took my phone off of my nightstand and dialed Sarah's number. "Hello?" A sleepy voice answered. "Sarah?" "Yeah?" "It's looking at me," I whispered, now hiding under my comforter. "Haley, it's two a.m., what are you talking about?" "Captain Bubbles Von Squishy," I peeked out from my shelter at the fish.  "He. Is. Watching. Me." Sarah sighed. "And tell me again why you got a goldfish when you're afraid of fish?" "I thought it would help me get over my fear… but I believe it's just making it worse." "Yeah, I agree," she yawns. "Okay, I'm going bac

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. Spending the days Thinking of his face Then in the nights Her mind took her away With the sound of his voice And the sparkle of his eyes They may not be together But she thinks it's alright. He loves me not. Holding her breath She watches him walk Slowly, further and further away He loves me. She waits for a sign Pictures him in her mind Longs for a chance to be together To be his sun in the gray He loves me not. But alas, time does pass And with each passing day No words will stay with her For there are none to say A new shoulder to rest on

I throw my pencil to the floor Out of frustration once again. I can never get it right. Not once. Why does everyone else do everything Perfectly While I have to plan Every detail To not mess up? Everyone has such natural abilities But mine must be acquired Through determination Patience Which I do not have And imitation. Imitation. That is all I am. All I can ever be.