hachedesilencio
Que los besos no son contratos y los regalos no son promesas, y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos, y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy, porque el terreno de mañana es demasiado inseguro para planes…y los frutos tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad. Y después de un tiempo uno aprende que si es demasiado, hasta el calor del sol quema. Así que uno planta su propio jardín y decora su propia alma, en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores
Jorge Luis Borges   (via herecomesdann)
supersexytardis
supersexytardis:

dont even try to tell me eleven’s feelings weren’t real. He didn’t stay with her out of obligation, he happened upon her and chose her himself, he yearned, searched, strove for her. And when he found her, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to be his, because in his mind, really, what right did he have to love? The broken, old man with two hearts, but no bravery to cement someone’s position within them.And that is what I find sad about eleven’s regeneration.

supersexytardis:

dont even try to tell me eleven’s feelings weren’t real. He didn’t stay with her out of obligation, he happened upon her and chose her himself, he yearned, searched, strove for her. And when he found her, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to be his, because in his mind, really, what right did he have to love? The broken, old man with two hearts, but no bravery to cement someone’s position within them.

And that is what I find sad about eleven’s regeneration.