I want to write poetry that grabs fists of your hair and rips it from the scalp of your dead skull, refusing to be lost amidst the din and the clamor of death screaming and sobbing that it is life, it is life.
I want to write words that are a weighty fist to your sternum, dispelling any breath still lingering in the dried up husks you call lungs and revealing to you that a lack of oxygen is not the only condition that constitutes a drowning man.
I want to write stories that grab the skin at the back of your neck and shove your face an inch away from the incomprehensible darkness, forcing you to confront what simmers in the depths of your soul- the repeated lament that what you see in the middle of the night behind your shuttered eye sockets is death although it claims to be life.
I am afraid the darkness knows me better than I will ever know myself, so I write to know, until there is no more to write.
I Want to Write // gretchen (via davidburked)
How there is no pining!Sherlock and John isn’t picking one person over the other. Sherlock spoilers.
I’m so glad there’s people able to put into words what I think but I’m unable to express in a language that isn’t mine. Thank you.
thinkingingallifreyan said: That makes sense. The way I’ve always seen the drums is simply the thing that makes Simm’s Master madder than all the previous ones. The drums got louder the nearer he got to the End of Time, so maybe it had an effect on Roberts, but not Delgado?
I think my favourite fan theory is that the reason Yana hears the drums and Simm!Master is so badly affected by them is because before the destruction of Gallifrey, there was always a sort of telepathic white noise present to block them out. After the Time War, that presence is gone— hence, drums.
(Personally I think a lot of fanwank could’ve been avoided if the drumbeat had simply been placed in Jacobi!Master’s head after his body had been re-loomed during the War, which makes more sense imo. Alas, that is not the hand canon dealt us…)
I tend to see Roberts batshittery as a result of being, you know, a snake made of goo. If a human brain can’t house a Time Lord consciousness, I think goosnake!Master can be forgiven for getting his own brain scrambled.
(But that opens up another question; while the drums are a telepathic feature, don’t they have to have a physical fixture? How does that make sense considering the Master’s habit of bodysnatching?)
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Anton Chekhov (via the-right-writing)