Yeah, well that doesn’t apply to series where I had to wait a freaking year to know what will happen next. :)) HAHAHA.
Yeah, well that doesn’t apply to series where I had to wait a freaking year to know what will happen next. :)) HAHAHA.
”Demons run when a good man goes to war.
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war.
Demons run but count the cost
The battle’s won but the child is lost.”
—Doctor Who: A Good Man Goes To War
I dunno with you guys, but this quote always gives me the chills. And This episode is really one of my favorites. So many secrets and so many twists. Ah, yes. One of Doctor Who’s finest, definitely. Finally, the revelation of River Song’s true identity.

“It only takes a split second to smile and forget, yet to someone that needed it, it can last a lifetime. We should all smile more often.”
New DP. I am not going to use boredom as an excuse for being a camwhore today. I just feel like being vain and taking pictures of myself. So yeah, this is the outcome.
Good evening friends! I won’t be staying long as I will log off soon. Earth hour is less than an hour from now, and it won’t hurt to sacrifice just an hour on the internet for energy conservation. So yup, that’s it. Just TA me if you want to talk. :)
HAVING A COKE WITH YOU
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it