“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
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”
new year’s eve loses some of its punch when you stay up until three am all year round