holyhobbitshit:

shinitama:

sadness-or-euphoria:

Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.

Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.

I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.

I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.

vriskanon:

kawaiipeculier:

sometimes i feel sad then i remember issac newtons hair

he may have discovered gravity but that luxurious flowing mane sure hasnt damn son

emilythebravee:

Does anyone actually know what you have to do when people are singing happy birthday to you.

isurvivedthekobayashimaru:

I was at walmart the other day, and I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to pay, and I was braiding my hair because that’s something I do when I’m bored, and this dude walks by and says, “hey baby, what else can you do with your hands?” I gave him my most polite smile and said in the sweetest way possible, “strangle you.”

And I think I actually scared him because his eyes got kind of wide and he just walked away.

lubricates:

The sexual tension between me and no one.

doortotomorrow:

That smile makes me swoon!

sex-nugget:

what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves

you mean like cutie marks in my little pony?

w0ndurland:

I’d die