May you never feel what I then felt. May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips - Charlotte Bronte (Jane Eyre)
It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is.and when you go, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and i shall bleed inwardly.
Charlie McDonnell and The Tardis. *You've just had the almost imponderable joy of seeing Charlie stand next to a police box, which makes you, like, cool.
