It’s rather hypnotizing.
A wall. A wall? A wall? A wall. A wall? A wall. A.. *17 hours later* A wall? A wall. A wall?…
humpty dumpty sat on a wall. A WALL. A WALL? A WALL. A WALL? A WALL. A WALL?
I don’t know why I keep reblogging this. Maybe because of the wall.
It’s like a lava lamp…
shipping yourself with a stranger at its finest
No matter who you are, what you have been through, how terrible you have felt, regardless of where you come from, what you do, what you look like, how you behave, always know that one thing above everything else is true.
Jack Harkness would fuck you.
That makes me feel better about things.
Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace. That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful.
#in which a character who has been an antagonist for the entire two episodes she was in #redeems herself within the space of two minutes #the genuine compassion in her eyes #the fact that she looks really touched #it makes me sad knowing who she’s going to become #this was back when Cassandra was truly human #when she had compassion for the lives of others and would cradle a dying stranger #then years in the future she’ll happily kill off people in droves #ah Cassandra #ah RTD #ah my heart (via teacupsandcyanide)