I'm Walking to the Sound of Your Feet

So, you know, send me thousands of asks and tag me in everything and such.

And then when I come back, I’ll love you more than ever.

pretendingtheresaplan:

walkingtothesoundofyourfeet:

Here comes Betsie to see Lydia:

Here Betsie sees Lydia’s room:

Here Betsie dies before she even gets to the theatre:

Here Lydia doesn’t mind:

Well yeah…

After all

But

Whether or not you will be is another matter entirely.

aivlysann:

With the patter of the rain

She knocked upon my door

Dripping water in the hallway

And she curled up on the floor.

—

With a humming in the sunshine

She twirled gaily by my side

Bare feet on warm pavement

And her beauty turned me blind.

—

With a whisper in the wind

She said, I’ll see you soon

Gently slipped out of my window

And she faded to the moon.

My reaction to your comment:

But now I’m actually going to bed. I’ll tell you all about your brilliance in A FEW DAYS.

Here comes Betsie to see Lydia:

Here Betsie sees Lydia’s room:

Here Betsie dies before she even gets to the theatre:

Here Lydia doesn’t mind:

Oops. That’s not sincere enough.

Not quite right, either. Never mind. I am a being of complex emotions.

As will soon be demonstrated by The Hunger Games.

I predict:

In great quantities.

Now,

until you can say

And then probably tied:

But I love them all so much…..they are all so lovely and beloved. Except for Captain Jack. I think the Martha episodes are my favorites, but I don’t like her as much. It’s complicated.

Returns hugs:

Discovers she has no Cyber gifs:

Joins in the search since there is someone to help her:

I found it. It’s under a pile of sleep.

I don’t dislike her. But she’s my least favorite companion?

Oh. Never mind. It was armed robbery, not vacation.

(Betsie. Your brain is on vacation. You thought you could hang out with your skull, but that was stolen.)

Basically, me:

You, if you will: