Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always, there’s the Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me. But I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.
all of time and space, everything that ever happened, or ever will. where do you want to start?
I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.
oh my god i just asked matt about eleven/river and he said that he thinks they have a very special something and if he sees capaldi with river he will “bang his fists on the table” and he adores alex and she’s “like a dream” and “everything you’d think she would be” and told a story of how she took him and karen out to dinner in cardiff and gave them advice and he said she’s really motherly but also incredibly sexy!!!!!!!!!!! i’m dead
I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!
This blog turned a year old a couple weeks back and I honestly cannot believe how time flies like wow look at that tardis go it’s flying alright