Bárbara, 15, Brazil, INFJ. A procrastinator who spends way too much time on the internet and loves fictional characters (and certain relationships between them) more than she should.
so a friend is telling me about her new relationship
and I’m just sitting here
listening to The National, reading River/Doctor fanfiction and casually crying over it
this is definitely not the life I had pictured for myself tbh
johnlock? no. john locke. right to property. social contract. classical liberalism.
no episode of Doctor Who will truly make me die inside unless it has the Singing Towers scene
the day I see that scene
I truly don’t know what will happen to me
I want to watch the new Hannibal episode but honestly I haven’t gotten over The Name of The Doctor yet omg
I just want to watch that flawless Doctor/River scene on loop
I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born. I live. I die. And always there’s the doctor. Always, I’m running to save the doctor again, and again, and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running. Run you clever boy, and remember me.
