Raggedy man, goodbye

There’s a man called the doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky and all he does, all day, every day, is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams

“come along, pond. please.”

artistology:

every lonely monster needs a companion by septemberwildflower 

timeywimeyness:

Some things are worth getting your heart broken for.

“That’s what interests me about The Doctor because, actually, look at the blood on the man’s hands. 900 years, countless very selfish choices, and he’s literally blown planets up. His own race, you know, that’s all on his hands. Which is why I think he has to make silly jokes and wear a fez. Because if he didn’t, he’d hang himself.” -Matt Smith