biscuitclary:

You said memories become stories when we forget them.  Maybe some of them become songs.

What’s it called?  I think that it’s called…Clara.

wizzurding:

“Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lights are blue. And blue in through the blueness, and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air… and then shining. Burning, bursting through! The stars, can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”

cornliabass:

Well, gentlemen. Where to start? I was born on the planet Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. I’m a Time Lord, but my Prydonian privileges were revokedwhen I stole a time capsule and ran away. Currently pilot a Type 40 Tardis. I’ve been married four times, all deceased. My children and grandchildren are missing, and I assume, dead. I have a non-Gallifreyan daughter created via genetic transfer. How much more do you need? I’m the Doctor.

thewinestainedress:

Latern burning, flickered through the night only for you.

ronanlyhnc:

mmc: gryffindour asked: clara oswald or selena gomez
This is as brave as I know how to be. I know it’s going to hurt you, but, please, be a little p r o u d of me.

companions:

no time, no space – just me

jessicaiones:

When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend. The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. But he wasn’t imaginary. He was real. I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy Man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding!

rosetylr:

The impossible girl