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my amelia pond.

@annie-has-moved-blog / annie-has-moved-blog.tumblr.com

I have remade my blog for various reasons. Most importantly because I needed a fresh start. See you there.
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So this girl has a special day today.

It's her birthday. And I try to do the most I can to make it better, from here, from my chair, thousands of miles away from her.

Because I love Mimi.

If you asked me why I couldn't really give you a detailed answer, I just do. Because she always makes me smile, because I'm glad to have her on my dash, because she's smart and funny and warm-hearted. And FYI makes the most gorgeous gifs on the planet.

I just want her to have a nice birthday. 

And I know my gesture is really small, Mimi, but I want to show you, that I care and I want you to have a great time above all by feeling you are loved, because damn you deserve it. Sadly, I can't fly to you and throw you a party and watch DW with you and make graphics together and have an awesome amount of fun. But I hope this makes a bit up for it.

So everybody go wish her a happy one and give her lots of love, okay.

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tomhiddles

Help?

Hey, followers. You who know me are aware that I’ve never done this before and I wouldn’t play with something serious, so I’d like to ask for your help.

My little sister is with a problem in her feet and she can’t walk without feeling pain. My mother needs to buy her an orthopedic boot and she doesn’t have any money at this moment. I need to help her and my only quick resource would be Google Ads. Please, click here:

  • I get US$ 0,16 a click, so I’m going to need a lot of help to reach this goal.
  • You can unfollow me as well, I don’t mind. I understand that those things are really annoying, but I really need help and perhaps this will take some days. Thank you so much.
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hamandheroin

The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.

It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. Every click gives about .6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs. You can also click daily!

Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. [via.]

Go to the website here.

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Amy: How could you remember? He mentioned you’d die if you…? Donna: He talked about me, did he? He better have. I didn’t risk my sanity to just to become his sloppy human leftovers. (she pauses and frowns at the sky for a few seconds before moving on) Wilfred did mention something about my brain turning into porridge if I strained me-self, so I didn’t push it. But, Amy there’s a chunk of my life missing, a bunch of memories that are there but at the same time they’re not? d’you know what that feels like? Amy: (Amy barely manages not to smirk at the thought) Don’t get me started. Donna: The memories from those years that got put in instead of my time with him, they feel like a replacement, like a photograph of the real thing. It’s like waking up and trying to remember what you’d just been dreamin’ about. It’s all fuzzy and blurry and you just know it wasn’t real. That it was all just a product of your brain trying to fill the spaces in between. Amy: (Amy hesitates, afraid that if she pushes Donna, she might hurt her) When did you know you were starting to remember? Donna: Blimey, where do I start? There’s that shade of blue that slows me down, no matter what I’m doing! I just have to stop and look at it and sometimes…(she smiles again, clearly confused but happy nonetheless)…I feel this itch at the back of my hands, like I have to go. I have to move. To run like I’m being chased. To see the world. ‘Cos if I sit still I’m afraid I’ll explode. Amy: That sounds like a life with him alright. I still don’t think…it would be possible? He made sure you wouldn’t remember, and this is the Doctor we’re talking about; he wouldn’t risk you getting hurt because of him, would he? Donna: (she sighs and tries to blink away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes) Oh, Amy. He taught me that I was worth believing in. That’s not something even he can erase with his psychic rubbish.
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