All your different faces, they’re here. Those are my ghosts. My past. Every good day, every bad day.

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my life plan
- plan a: win the lottery
- plan b: there is no plan b
- plan c: refer to plan a
I went to the window, and there, in the sky, I saw it, Doctor. And it saw me. It stared at me. It looked right into me. And then it simply went away.

#because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later?#the answer is of course because they are going to be sad later
you just Doctor Who’d a Supernatural post and it worked in such a way that I want to fling myself off of a cliff into a group of hungry sharks well done
“In my time working for the state government, my job sent me to 46 cities in 11 years. I lived in villages with 8 people, rural farming communities, college-towns; I lived in every corner of Indiana - and then I came here. I realized that this whole time, I was just… wandering around, everywhere, just looking for you.”
“The things that you have done for me; to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy - above and beyond what any person deserves - you’re all I need.”
To be honest though, as a Whovian, I wouldn’t be all that terrified if it turned out that all those monsters are real. They don’t really scare me. Because if they’re real, then the Doctor is real, and that means that one of the kindest, oldest and most wonderful beings in the universe cares for us that much. That he saves us every time. And THAT would be incredible.



