We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away.
"Do you know when I was born? On the twentieth of October, in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and eighteen.”
H A P P Y 9 6 T H B I R T H D A Y , S A S S E N A C H !
❝ Here is the handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope, this mouthful of dirt, this poetry.❞
mother i must feed
Mother, why do you cry?
How does this fool 30% of pediatricians?
"75% real baby hair"
I’m so glad this infographic exists.
Winning graciously with Jake and Amy.
I’ve lived a long life and I’ve seen a few things. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn’t believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things, secrets that must never be told and knowledge that must never be spoken.