lifeisbutadreamforthedead-:

englishporcelain:

this is probably my favourite picture ever oh my fucking god

omg

#can we just talk #can we just talk about how i have no idea what’s going to happen to john when sherlock comes back #i’ve been trying to put myself into his shoes and think about how i react and just #god #it’d be like two sides of your heart are trying to strangle each other #because on the one side this person that you love with everything in you isn’t really gone #he’s there and he’s real and you didn’t have to say goodbye #it wasn’t the end #but this other part of you #this dark hurt shaking part is just so utterly broken #because how do you do that to someone you love #how do you walk away for three years #how do you let them think the worst #how do you watch them be broken and ripped apart #and get their fucking limp back god #i just #it hurts too much to think about

crimson · eleven · delight · the smell of dust after rain

50 Days of Amy/Eleven // Day 5: Favorite Screencaps : Victory of the Daleks

christmas-sy:

sneak-a-peek:

David Tennant reading Shakespeare Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

bowtieatthedisco:

Merry Christmas, Pond.