He is lovely, isn’t he? You’re welcome :) x 

I do! I’m hoping to go to the Australian Open next year… but anyway! I can’t say I’m surprised that Rafa won, but yes, I’m happy for him! Sad Djokovic couldn’t take the title out though especially since this was his first final at Roland Garros, but fingers crossed for next year! He’s been playing brilliantly these last few years so I’m sure he’ll get there eventually! :) x 

Downton is a lovely show! It’s really gorgeous visually, the writing’s great, I may or may not have gotten emotional at nearly every episode of series two… but if you’re a fan of period dramas, fabulous ladies in fabulous dresses, amazing cinematography, soul destroying ships and Dame Maggie Smith, you should absolutely give it a go :) x 

Yep it’s up on Facebook here x

Episode 2x07, The Witchfinder. :) x 

HOLY— 

OH MY GOD— 

THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND EVERYBODY NEEDS TO WATCH IT NOW. FLAWLESS MANIPS. (LIKE, SERIOUSLY FLAWLESS, I ACTUALLY CANNOT KLAJFKLSD;FJASD.) BRILLIANT PLOT. JUST— I HAVE NO WORDS— I’M LITERALLY SITTING HERE LIKE—

BEST MERLIN/MORGANA I’VE SEEN IN A VERY LONG TIME. OH MY GODDDDLK;AJFKDLS;FJASK. Thank you for sharing Alice!!! 

You might want to narrow that list down… ;P

I never was perfect, anon… but you flatter me ♥

Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you! :’) ♥

Hey anon! Sorry for not understanding you that time, I get what you’re asking now :) I adore Colin with every fibre of my being, but I’ve never been tempted to write a fic like that. (I don’t write fic anyway, so…) I think the closest I got was probably the ~letter I wrote for Colin’s birthday this year. But the thing is, it’s such a personal thing for me, to be honest. That experience— meeting him— I still find it hard to put into words sometimes. I know plenty of people have met him, but for each of us it’s different, because we all feel differently about him. For me, I feel like the ~essence of that experience… it’s like this private, special thing that’s just for me, and it can’t be put into words, and it’s one of those things that only I can ever really understand. 

There are so many words I could use to describe Colin. Extraordinary. Enchanting. Beautiful. Giving. Talented. He’s just this… tall, long streak of nothing (yayer Donna Noble quote!) but then he’s everything to me at the same time. I look at our photo from Supanova every morning and I smile because I know he’s out there, right now, living, breathing, existing. And knowing that gives me hope, somehow. Colin gives me a hope and an inner strength like nobody and nothing else. I look at that face and those cheekbones and his crinkly eyes when he smiles and those ears that my BFF always makes fun of and I— I don’t even know, honestly. I mean, these are just words. And to me, there aren’t enough words in the world that could accurately describe how I see Colin and how I feel about him. And I could never detach myself and describe him objectively because he just means too much to me for me to be able to do that. Plus, I don’t know Colin personally. So this, all of this, is my own truth. It’s only how I see him, not what he actually is, just… what he is to me.