I like to think that the TARDIS has a room that’s just… Bed. Nothing but a huge fluffy down duvet on a mattress that goes on for days if you walk across it. The floor is completely covered. And the duvet has a galaxy pattern that changes and moves.
I need a moment to process this
I just dropped my spoon
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK
I’M GOING TO BE IN LONDON FOR THIS!1!!11
isn’t it beautiful when you join a new fandom and you’re so confused and it’s so hard to remember the names and then out of nowhere you know everything about everyone you can even tell what they ate for breakfast on 25th october five years ago and you have no idea when this all exactly happened and you just cry because you’re so emotionally involved and you don’t know what to do with your life
maybe aliens don’t talk to us because we’re creepy. i mean we send them weird mix tapes and we keep trying to find out where they live
come on everyone thought that at least for a moment!