fall
And no one sings me lullabies 
And no one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide 
And call to you across the sky
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Clara Oswald in series eight episode two, “Into The Dalek

"Now let me dispel a few rumours so they don’t fester into facts. Yes, I too attended at ‘Hell-ton’ and survived. And no, at that time I was not the mental giant you see before you. I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weakling. I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face."

And I’ll endure a lot of pain for a very long time before I give up the information that’s keeping me alive.

Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.

Oh, Clara. Oh, you are beautiful. Beautiful, fragile human skin.

There is a time to live and a time to sleep.

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Watching:

The Office (US) s7

Doctor Who s8

Reading:

The Plague by Albert Camus