January 2013
“New year, new me,” I say, laughing to my friends. Suddenly, I throw my arms out, golden light erupting from my hands and face. I scream in agony as every single cell in my body is rewritten, atom by atom. Abruptly, the light show ends and I drop my arms, coughing out a golden trail of residual energy. I am completely made new.
I am a Time Lord.
i feel so nice when i reblog someones post and it gets notes its like helping an old person across the street
iamdeepundercoverleavemealone:
You ever want to follow someone because one of your friends rebloged a picture of the person and they are super attractive, But then you go “Man that sounds really stalker like”
King and Lionheart
Of Monsters and Men
Of Monsters and Men | King and Lionheart
Because you’re my king and I’m your lionheart
new year’s eve loses some of its punch when you stay up until three am all year round
