eleven & clara in yellow. [requested by cumberbloom]

aerynbot:

 I never know why. I only know who.

ameliapondr:

 I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you.

ameliapondr:

 I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you.

My thoughts they slip away. My words are leaving me… Because I thought of you.

borntosavethedoctor:

Doctor? Clara?

I may be a teeny tiny bit terrified.

believe me when i say