Our Not So Conventional Fairy Tale
#But what if it’s some sort of situation like the movie Il Mare #And she’s a historian of some kind who uncovers a manuscript #and there are a few ancient notes scribbled in the margins #and she impulsively scribbles a reply to one of the questions (her faculty advisor would KILL her if she ever found out) #but the next day when she checks out the manuscript again #there’s a new ancient note #from the original question asker #responding to what she wrote the day before #and gradually this relationship unfolds between the two of them #the original author of the manuscript #a man of his time so learned he was known as the Doctor #a virtual hermit who has gone into seclusion because of the things he witnessed when he went to war for his country #and the woman working on her graduate thesis #a conversation spanning centuries #on this enchanted piece of paper #falling in love with each others’ minds #She finds a painting of him at one point #ancient and weathered and hanging in an unvisited basement of the National Gallery #and she draws him a picture of herself on the paper one day #and then the only thing that’s left #is to figure out how to span the centuries #so they can finally touch flesh to flesh #instead of flesh to paper and flesh to ink (via gallifreyburning)
#i love that clara isn’t blinded by her faith in the doctor #like so many other companions were #through rough winds and bad weather she finally admits she trusts the doctor #but she has a realistic view of him: #she knows he’s dangerous #and she knows he makes everything up as he goes along #so yes- she’ll trust him #but to a point (via wholet)
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”
My entire educational experience summed up in one sentence.
My entire life summed up in one sentence.
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend