and do one more thing for me;
this is when i broke down as a child :’(
I cried like a waterfall lol
omg i choked up a forced laugh and starting bawling. i could not control the tears, they would not stop. my mother kept asking me if i was alright. cried for a good fucking 15 minutes. my heart was hurting. oh god.
I’m already pretty much crying during “Brother My Brother” then this happened… ‘No’ could never had been screamed enough man. I drowned everything.
I cried so much at the movie theater. fff
The Doctor sees Amy and Rory.
That was like the saddest thing ever.
A girl walking happily down the street had caught his eye. Her hair glistening in the sun, just as blonde as hers was. His eyes trailed the girls movement. The way she walked, the way she laughed. It wasn’t her. Nobody was ever her.
The part of him that knew she was never going to return had been pushed down deep within him. He never wanted to think about it, it only broke his hearts more.
Unfortunately for him, his head disagreed. He began to remember. Flashes of him and his Rose flowed into his memory. They had been so happy, why couldn’t he just keep the one good thing in his life?
They always break my heart in the end. He thought as he walked back into his TARDIS.
The Doctor: Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Mr. Black: Well… um… big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter in the world. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of color most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provenance was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.