(Source: heartsandmagic)

(Source: get-lokid)

098. Goodbye, Clara. Miss you.

Eleven’s final farewell to Clara.

You can’t see me, can you? You look at me, but you can’t see me. Have you any idea what that’s like? I’m not on the phone, I’m right here! Standing in front of you. Please, just… just see me. x

(Source: raggedymans)

ofelvesandwinchesters:

Hey can someone do me a favor and mail me $100,000 thanks

And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it.

—T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via avvfvl)

(Source: larmoyante)

You look at me, and you can’t see me. Have you any idea what that’s like? I’m not on the phone, I’m right here… standing in front of you.

(Source: korneliacave.co.vu)

How long can you hold your breath?

(Source: amyandrory)