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where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swimlove is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer? all divinities proudly descending put on deathful flesh: are lovers glad? only their smallest joy’s a universe emerging from a wish) 
love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star 
-do lovers love? why then to heaven with hell. Whatever sages say and fools, all’s well.

where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land

(do lovers suffer? all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad? only their smallest joy’s 
a universe emerging from a wish)

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star

-do lovers love? why then to heaven with hell.
Whatever sages say and fools, all’s well.

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you’re always here to me. and i always listen. and i can always see you.

you’re always here to me. and i always listen. and i can always see you.

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You’re the woman who married me.

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“I dread the day that Alex Kingston decides not to return to Doctor Who, or Steven Moffat runs out of things to do with her. That doesn’t look likely: everything is set up for this avatar version of a Professor Song to return.”
— The Guardian review. [X] (via wilfulwilf)

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tardis-of-bones:

you are always here to me

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aflawedfashion:

You’re always here to me and I always listen and i can always see you. 

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