dreaming of you: [4:48 am] i’m thinking of things so wrong, with my eyes closed, screaming in my sleep, dreaming of dreams so sinful, so torn. oh love, i’m all alone, it’s the middle of the night, and i’m thinking of you.
last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - dala; alone/with you - daughter; if you wait - london grammar; fossa - daughter; rose (acapella) - anna tsuchiya; lonely hands - angus and julia stone; hiding tonight - alex turner; atlas - coldplay; the sinking man - of monsters and men; morning song - the lumineers; the devil’s tears - angus and julia stone; last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - low
There are moments when Rose can forget that she’s lost
almost everything, moments when the pain of having love and dreams and forever torn away isn’t trying to create
a void where her heart had once resided.
(Sometimes she thinks that there already is a void there,
just like the one that separates her from the home she’d made in the TARDIS and
in his arms. Some days she feels so numb that she can’t help but think that all
the void stuff that had floated around her once upon a time had made a home in
(She almost retches when she sees a pair of 3-D glasses and
is reminded of how he’d grinned while explaining what they were for.)
These moments of blissful forgetfulness never last long. She
finds them in between sleep and waking, those precious seconds of peace and
contentment and wondering what the Doctor had planned for the day before
reality came crashing down once again, crushing her and leaving her gasping for
breath as everything fell apart anew.