Karen Gillan Talks Inspector Spacetime!
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Source: sillymuggles
here’s the thing . i’m not perfect. I’m not what alot of people would call popular. I’m not einstein. But i’m perfectly ok with that. one of the things i can call myself is strong. In all the disfunctional influence in my life i can manage to look to the bright side. I can smile when really i wanna break down. I can share a laugh with enemies (even though in my head i’ve killed them like 9 times). ABOVE ALL: i’m not a crier. Very few things in life will make me shed a tear. the one thing that will get me EVERY SINGLE TIME is family. I’m not talking about those hallmark moments that you can photograph and look back and smile on. or those gooey lovey dovey moments. No i’m talking about all the moments where you look back and see how badly we treat one another. or when you can look back and think of a thousand different times when you remember your family almost falling apart (there should never be even one moment). Lately, and i’m not sure why, i wanna cry all the time. my family is just off its hinges. and all i wanna do…all thats keeping me going. is knowing that a few months from now i’ll be on my own. i’ll esecape the madness.
The days were perfect. I was happy and everything just seemed to flow amazingly together. Like the point in a symphony when all the instruments in perfect harmony sing every note of the climax. And then suddenly it stopped. Abruptly. Unexpectedly. And the strange thing is that I think this relationship isn’t over. There has to be more to this song. But I don’t know. All I hear now is silence. But im waiting desperately to hear another beautiful note. Just one more note?? But it’s been nearly three days and not a peep. It’s agonizing. And the worst part is becoming the girl I never wanted to become :/ the obsessive worrier. The girl that can’t live without…and all because I said 4 words that changed it all