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01. Do I Wanna Know?
02. Clair de Lune
03. It's Time
04. Hooked on a Feeling
05. Clara's Theme

There may be a great fire

in the soul

yet no one ever comes

to warm himself at it

and the passers-by

see only a wisp of smoke

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I Am A Good Man

ayyy you guys should totally go and follow joakim (intothedalek). he posts Doctor Who, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, and Orphan Black and that url like omg who did you kill for that?? yeah anyways he has a lovely multifandom blog so go follow!!


Crystallized installation by Tokujin Yoshioka


Simon Dubreuil


The Fall. But don’t be scared

What are you? An idiot, a drunk or a criminal?! Now quickly! Tell me!

 As has always been the case, I don’t require your help.


“Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent’s grave. As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.”

"Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. "Of course I dream," I tell her, "Everybody dreams". "But what do you dream about?" she’ll ask. "The same thing everybody dreams about," I tell her, "I dream about where I’m going." She always laughs at that. "But you’re not going anywhere, you’re just wandering about". That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but, at last, I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going: Home, the long way ‘round."