leaveatrail:

All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?

There’s nothing wrong with fairy tales.

Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me. I’m the Doctor.

One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.