One could probably assume that I’m not a fan of war, so it’s reasonable that I tend not to visit it very often. But I have done so in the past, if only for the music and Tupperware.
❣ - for a secret
"Sometimes I sneak treats to your dogs when you’re not looking. That’s probably why they like me so much."
ツ - for advice
"Don’t eat the yellow snow. Or the orange snow. Definitely not the purple snow.”
✍ - for a letter
We Time Lords aren’t that accustomed to writing letters; we’ve got these…box things, and personal phones. As far as I’m aware, your time period has them too. The phones, I mean. So, letter writing seems to be a dying trend, yes? I suppose that it’s good then, that I’m writing one now, contributing to the remaining letter-writers of the universe. In a way, letters can be an existing link to the writer and the recipient—a single piece of paper, once untouched and perfect, now scrawled across with words that mean one thing or another. That’s a little better than a text message, I think.
¿ - for a random thought
"I’ve tried to count the exact number of stars once. I lost track at around ten thousand. Have you ever tried counting the stars?"
✉ - for a confession
"…I accidentally saw you in your underwear one morning. But I noticed there was a tear in it, probably from one of your dogs. Long story short, I know what I’m getting you for Christmas."
( In a hushed tone. ) I once went without bathing for an entire week to contribute to a protest against unfair water prices.
i love her smile. i love her hair. i love her knees. i love this heart-shaped birthmark she has on her neck. i love the way she sometimes licks her lips before she talks. i love the sound of her laugh. i love the way she looks when she’s sleeping. i love how i hear this song every time i think of her. i love how she makes me feel: like anything is possible. like life is worth it.