“Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before”
You know when you see a photograph of someone you know but it’s from years before you met them, and it’s like they’re not quite…finished.
#She’s trying to fix the bowtie #but there is no bowtie # because he’s not her Doctor
I’m doing this thing for school and it’s a book thing I have to make. I want to get as many URL’s as I can (you don’t have to be following) in it. If you want your URL to be in it, reblog, and I promise I will put every ones name in.
Have I impressed you yet, Amy Pond?
There was a pain in her eyes. So deep in the labyrinth of her life, that even love could not find it. The light of hope had been extinguished and peace torn from her clenched fingers. She dreaded waking from the darkness of the night, as it brought forth the chattering laughter of the faceless society which had broken her apart. There was nothing left of her but the rotting corpse of her once beautiful face scarred from the knives of the ones she once loved.
we were taking our math test and i turned around and
can we just talk about not only whatever is all over that girl’s face, but the guy charging his phone in the back and the kid on the right who looks like he’s in immense pain
this picture is like the perfect description of school tho
is no one going to mention the girl knitting a fucking scarf in the back