
sup homies
SERIOUSLY TREES WHAT ARE YOU DOING
NOW THIS FUCKER’S LIVING ON THE EDGE
NOW THIS TREE’S FUCKING COLORFUL
TREE GO HOME YOU ARE DRUNK
NOW THEY’RE IN A KNOT HOW THE FUCK
HOLY FUCK TREES STOP
its back

Ood Sigma: We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.
(from The End Of Time, Pt. 2)
We’re playing a game called ‘Hipster Tumblr Post or Doctor Who?’
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars!
We’re playing a game called ‘Hipster Tumblr Post or Doctor Who?’