

run, you clever boy.

Nightmare in Silver.

Hail to you, the Doctor, Savior of the Cybermen!
The first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all, not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor. A man who could change his face. He took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end.
Here, have a TARDIS post.
this is the greatest thing i’ve ever seen on tumblr
It’s me. I burn in here

just a madman with a box.

Except that implies—in this big grand scheme of Gods and Devils—that she’s just a victim. But I’ve seen a lot of this Universe. I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods. And out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing—just one thing—I believe in her.
I’m lost and I’m found
She’s the clever girl to his clever boy

“she’s not possible.”

What’s the alternative? Me standing over your grave?