Usually when people do that “you’re special” crap I tend to roll my eyes.
But when Mister Rogers said it…
That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.
That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.
That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.
That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.
That’s because Mister Rogers means it.
That’s because Mister Rogers means it.
One
two
three
four
I declare
a time war.
#five
#six
Nine,
Ten,
Eleven,
Twelve.
The Doctor died,
and Silence Fell
Twelve,
Eleven,
Ten,
Nine.
Here he goes,
back in time.
Eight,
Seven,
Six,
Five.
Run, Rose Tyler,
To stay alive.
4,
3,
2,
1.
The story continues,
But the song is done.
(via doktaar-whom)
Anonymous asked: where are you from?
Massachusetts, New England, USA, Earth, The Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy.
Superwhoavengerlock
“What have I to fear?”
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
Superwhoavengerlock
thank you for existing
everyone else go home
Hm, reblogging again because I would sell my soul to have this exist.
KDJSLKDF;ALSRFJLAJS;AKSD;LASK;LDK CROWLY HERE’S MY SOUL JUST MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL
(via the-ss-destiel)
DAT INTELLIGENCE
No seriously stop Irene what did you put in that fucking syringe
(via mor-mor-moriarty)
I hate these things, they’re unnecessarily stressful. I mean, I hate that style of dancing. It’s not REALLY dancing. I prefer waltz or foxtrot or anything that doesn’t involve inappropriate touching. I hate that kind of music, because it rarely talks about anything other than sex/drugs/women. The food’s probably going to be crap. And the clothing, though pretty, is uncomfortable, ESPECIALLY for dancing. Plus any after party, what with my total dislike of alcohol, is just going to suck. WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? To top it off I have to be on the bus at 7:30am tomorrow to go run the 2 mile at states.
I really just want to stay home and eat some chocolate and rewatch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
