If language can walk he imagines it does so with a limp, because good words are sometimes too heavy.

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Wash: Where’s the ship? || Donut: What ship?


Whuh oh I did sarge


Whuh oh I did sarge

imagine having two

i don’t have to imagine 


Ah! River Song. Archaeologist.

He picked up the rusting Handles which flickered into life; ‘Hello, Sweetie’ it said, using the phrase River Song usually employed to greet the Doctor. ‘Don’t call me sweetie,’ said the old Time Lord. ‘It is your preferred form of address,’ stated the Cyberhead. [x]


You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you.


I’m just getting older
I’m not getting over you