Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars!
We’re playing a game called ‘Hipster Tumblr Post or Doctor Who?’
this is what i was trying to talk about on Dr. Phil. the “careful not to get raped” argument makes terrible assumptions of men.
o.o
“You know the trouble with you lot? You’re all in love with the wrong people!”

Amy: Afterword, by Amelia Williams.
“Hello, old friend. And here we are, you and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And, above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that, if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait 2,000 years to keep her safe, tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond —And this is how it ends.”
youlookridiculousinthatmakeup:
Even I am not immune to the charms of Good Guy Benedict.
Oh gods…the adorableness abounds


Smoke Droplets with Refraction
“Smoke resolved into its component droplets of wax, with zones of refraction making rainbows on the upper edge.”
Oh.
Ah.
Whoa.








