grootmorning:

I hate you. No you don’t.

oberynymeros:

“I’m sick of losing people. Look at you, with your eyes, and your never giving up, and your anger, and your kindness. One day, the memory of that will hurt so much that I won’t be able to breathe, and I’ll do what I always do. I’ll get in my box and I’ll run and I’ll run, in case all the pain ever catches up. And every place I go, it will be there.” 

doctorwho:

She died, Doctor. Clara died billions of years ago. 

expelliarmus:

Go to the city. Find somebody important. Tell them I’m back.

pondelightful:

It was sad. And it was beautiful. And it is  o v e r.

previouslyontwinpeaks:

The Waters of Mars // Hell Bent

doctorfunkensteins:

(s)he will knock four times.

ithelpstodream:

Run, you clever boy, and be a Doctor.

lonelygodinthetardis:

You trust me, don’t you Clara?