Source: forgettingfaces.tumblr.com Make him the maddest, that I've ever seenGive him two hearts like drums and cloverThen tell him that his lonesome journeys are overTardis, I'm so aloneDon't have a Doctor to call my ownPlease turn on your time travel beamMisses Tardis, bring me a dream
I've come to the conclusion that stepping into the Tardis is like dreaming. You'r imagination [insert Spongebob gif which I cannot be bothered to find] is bigger on the inside than it is the outside, and you have all of time and space and existence to visit. And, at the end of the night, you can just come back to where you started.
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