You shouldn’t have
come here, made
of fireworks, if you
didn’t want me to
play with fire.
The worst kind of writer’s block is the kind where you know what’s going to happen and how it’s going to happen and everything other single detail but for fuck’s sake, it won’t turn into words.
Chapter 2 of my fic, Between the Lines of Love and Hate.
Entering the lower level of the TARDIS tomb, when Clara asked the Doctor if he loved River Song, he replied, “She was clever and brave and kind and funny. And had more love in one heart than I could ever have in two.”
WHAT IS THIS COMPANY
they have phones too
THEY ALSO MAKE CANOES!
*They’re a french plastics manufacturer… if its made of plastic they can make it
straight boys are weak and pathetic, queer girls walk into the ladies changing room and see ten women naked, do they stare? do they say something inappropriate? do they make them uncomfortable? no because they have the common fucking sense to recognise when a…
today i said to my friend “i haven’t had a go-gurt in a really long time” AND HE LOOKED REALLY LOST?? AND I EXPLAINED TO HIM WHAT A GO-GURT WAS AND HE SAID “OH IN CANADA WE CALL THOSE TUBES”
BUT ITS YOGURT ON THE GO