Q:Bitches be crazy. Especially in college.
Anonymous
Ferreal.
Welcome to college.
Where sitting in the same seat every week is suddenly VERY IMPORTANT and snooty chicks will deliberately sit one seat over so that you are forced to not sit next to your friends, but between the snooty chick and the morbidly obese girl who smells like a petting zoo and won’t stop loud-breathing while watching me do things. Ugh. The worst.
Q:Congratulations on your new apartment. Now you can be like me and enjoy the freedom of waking up at 5 am with a powerful craving for Sour Patch Kids, going to a gas station to pick up a pack, then falling back asleep for three hours before class and there's not a soul in the world that can stop you. It's a wonderful club to be a part of.
Anonymous
Hahaha, that’s the kind of stuff I did when I still lived at home. But man, you’re weird. And awesome. :)
LOOK AT ME WORLD I AM AWAKE
It is 9.30 and I’ve gotten myself up without the help of crazy boyfrand who likes to tear the blankets off and tickle me and, like, lick my face.
All I want is to be back in beddddddddddddblaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhpbthhhhhhhh. What? No? No more bed? Fine. Good morning.
I am learning.
To eat my words.
To swallow pride.
To stomach criticism.
To be a better Erin.
To not be afraid.
To hold back nothing.
To believe “I love you.”
To let it be.
To love him and myself more and more every day, as best as I possibly can.
Q:Ohhh right, right, right. I did get it backwards. Or rather, I meant to say "way less scary" than "way scarier." Either way, nice catch. And I agree, Ten is my Doctor, as well. Have fun with seasons three and four. Also, I challenge you to not cry at the ending of the End of Time. The entire Ten story arc is brought full circle just brilliantly.
Anonymous
Confession: I saw the End of Time this Christmas Eve because it was on and I didn’t realize that it was a series finale. OOPS.
But yes. It was beautiful. Terrible, and beautiful.
Q:I quite agree. The mass (But quick) extermination by the Daleks is way scarier than the thought of cyber conversion. Aaand finally, Nine, Ten, or Eleven?
Anonymous
Oh wait wait wait, you’ve got it backwards. The thought of being turned into some uniform race of destructobots is far more daunting to me than merely being instantaneously exterminated. Plus, Cybermen come en masse and even the Doctor generally seems more terrified by them than Daleks.
And Ten will always be my doctor, despite the fact that Eleven was the first one I watched, and the fact that I only watched the first season. Once Roes was gone, I couldn’t bring myself to keep watching. But Canadude has stated his desire to watch all of the new series, so I’ll get to em soon enough!
Q:And what's scarier? Daleks or Cybermen?
Anonymous
Ooooh, Cybermen, dude. All day long.
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Q:Amy or Rose?
Anonymous
ROOOEEEEESSSSS!
Amy was the first companion I ever saw, and I relate to her on a bajillion levels, but the Ten/Rose storyline was just perfect. When I first watched Nine, I hated Rose, but by the time I finished Tennant’s first season I was like NOOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOoooOOO!
Fever Dreams
The night his grandmother died, I saw him.
Face laced in restraint, a dancer undressing.
I wasn’t allowed backstage, but I would have
pressed petals to his palms and
swallowed the strings in his chest
if he would have let me.
I know he’s got hummingbird blood,
but this man loves like monsoon,
so I know he must hurt like flood
and I am too tiny and slow to build dams.
I am often not what I need to be.
What I mean is that sometimes we speak
like shovels digging into creaking dark,
all the while wishing we were
slow explosions blooming in the heart.
I can’t tell if the ground beneath is soaked,
but I know he’s breathing crows.
Tragedy, it seems, is a creeping cold.
Just before he picked up the phone,
we were talking about demons that preyed upon the sleeping
and I told him that I never loved Heaven
as much as I feared the things of Hell.
I should have said:
Don’t fear the fever dream, I’ll be your super queen.
Come scuttle all your everything in me.
The kind of love that matters is
walking into the China shop with a 2x4 and waiting for the nervous
clerk to say, “…can I help you?”
Then saying, “No, but I can help you.
Q:Fancy a Jelly Baby?
Anonymous
I’ve never seen the early seasons of Doctor Who! I know, I should be ashamed…
