the-golden-snitch:

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect’s black,
Too late it’s gone, it won’t come back.

marion-cotillards:

doctor who parallels
» 04x09 vs. 06x13

charlottecharls:

Amy Pond in Blue | requested by tardishearts ♥

we’re with you, whatever happens.

isntthatwizard:

_{merry christmas, tumblr!}

It’s not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball.

Resurrection Stone