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In the process of rewatching the new Doctor Who series, and of course i’m in love :) Happy Thursday!
~ALi
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In the process of rewatching the new Doctor Who series, and of course i’m in love :) Happy Thursday!
~ALi
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Doctor Who, comics and lava moles – literally all of my favourite things combined in the one place.
If Sherlock had made it in, i’m pretty sure someone out there would have died
My son loves that show. I just got him some Dr. Who books for his birthday, and I know he’ll be thrilled.
And that’s why the show is so amazing; cuz it reaches everyone :) Happy Bday to your boy!
The rewatch is just as good as the first time, imo, just in a different way. You notice things that you missed the first time, and really appreciate the complexity of the way the plot builds over time.
totally agree! i’m watching it for the second time and really noticing his relationships, his character, and how the stories meld together in a whole new way :)
Oh my god. I love this!
I don’t no where else to share this but it’s one of those days to those who have lost a child IN MY SOLITUDE by:S**** / NotaIn my solitude,I feel so at home.In the wneitr of my soul,I have felt so alone.I’ve seen the very best,which this life has to offer.And I’ve been to the depth,any human can suffer.When my soul is disturbed,and my life seems frenetic.I return to my safe place,where my soul is replenished.I do my best to hold my head,and carry my load.Though I stumble some times,on this arduous road.I fight the curse, which I have carried,Through this journey of life.I’ve got my beautiful kids,And the most amazing wife.I lost sight of what’s important,when I put you in the ground.Through the grief of losing you,I can’t explain the strength I’ve found.I have shed so many tears,I can’t believe I’m still around.But, the joy we find in life,Is something deep and so profound.That we could never feel it,if we hadn’t known the pain.We would never feel relief,if we hadn’t felt the strain.Though the tears I’ve shed are plenty,and the joys I’ve felt are few.The anguish seems to be the well,from which, my strength I drew In my solitude.