Im quite bored, and this is way to many pictures for Tumblr, so! Dun duun da!

 

( Wearin the Rainbow )

 

At about 2 minutes to 9:00 tonight, millions of people had this exact reaction:





Courtesy of Ashe.

So, I hate Kesha with a passion (No I will not use the $ its not a freaking letter)

But paired up with this video, it works so hardcore.

So Easter, my moms birthday, and the Doctor Who Season 6 premier all happened this weekend, so we decided since times little wobbly anyways, why not do it on one day?

This is the result.
( I really don't want to know if its bigger on the inside... )

I accidentally deleted this entry before ><
It’s a pictures for a PB, all of them belong to Alexandr Graves.
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bloodandspikes: but! :3 I have a screwdriver. I am happy.
BloodyNeptune: OMG!
BloodyNeptune: Which?
bloodandspikes: hahaha. XD not a sonic screwdriver! but if I were to buy one, it would be the 10th Doc's. no, a screwdriver is vodka and orange juice.
BloodyNeptune: oh...
BloodyNeptune: WOW
BloodyNeptune: I need to get the hell out
bloodandspikes: lmao, ily.

So I finally started using my own Journal. It only took 7 years, but here I am xD. Its all Lu’s fault. Her awesome journal made me want to try at awesome. So I went crazy with my Doctor Who theme.

Also, with any luck, I can finish season 4 of Who tonight. I mean…Kami can. Is it sad that Im going to watch the ep now and then later when shes on? I need help. A physiatrist, or maybe..a Doctor? ;)

As bitter night wears deep,
Bright gleams of life in the distance.
Halos, so far from glory,
Light the bugs, or who’s world we care not.

Such tiny specks of life
Clinging to their false suns.
In the small worlds around the streetlights.

How small, though, must our gods see us?
Flittering around our own lantern in the dark.
But here, in one small corner, in one heart,
Such glory lives.
Whole worlds, bright and wondrous,
Of beauty and horror.
Universes glowing in each small heart.

Around our lamp, spinning in the dark.

What small things we are.
Grains of sand amongst Titians,
But with such dreams, like burning suns,
Blinking into the darkness.

And one heart, in one small corner,
Watching bugs dance around their false suns
(A thousand worlds, glowing down the streets and into the night)
And knowing,
What dreams they must have.