Up All Morning

dduane:

tolkiensis:

MOFFAT IS GOING TO WRITE THE LAST EPISODE OF SERIES 3

WE

ARE

SO

SCREWED

I have no fears. Let it be brought. Because I’m not afraid to have my heart wrung by a pro — it’s what I signed on for when I got into this fandom — so for eff’s sake ONWARD. :)

Sympathy - A Nonpoem

Sometimes I experience something beautiful. Maybe I’m reading a secret happiness between people or maybe I’m watching someone struggle through heartbreak; whether sad or happy, the thing that connects with me is strength required to create a wonderful moment.

Sometimes I cry because I don’t know what else to do. There’s a part of me that thinks I’m being foolish; I’m not involved in the moment, I’m just on the periphery. Nonetheless I cry and I try to not let my shame get the better of me.

Sometimes I worry about myself. I’ve been too limited before. I’ve caused too much pain. I haven’t created enough happiness. I’m sitting around crying and not going out into the world to display my own capacity to bear tragedy or joy.

I am so full of myself. These moments - these wonderful, horrible moments - that make me cry and question my own contribution to humanity, are the spawn of interaction. I don’t know what it means to be someone else; but I can be taught to view the world a little differently.

At times, I can forget to let others in - I’m too busy being me - and I become annoyed or angry. At times, I help others for my own sake and not for their sake. At times, I get too wrapped up in the first person that I forget that there are other points of view.

I always love you for being you.