Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
Sherlock + his adorkable expressions.
You are always here to me. And I always listen. And I can always see you.
"We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the bluest blue ever. The Doctor and Amy Pond."
shameless selfie after shaving most of my hair off
SH: Do you think they give them classes? How to resist the temptation to scratch their behinds?
J: Afferent neurons in the peripheral nervous system.
August: Osage County - Little Charles & Ivy [x]