Amy Pond. All alone. The Girl Who Didn’t Make Sense.

I’m not a hero. And neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be, perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories.


is it so hard to credit? that a man born into wealth and privilege should find the plight of the oppressed and weak too much to bear until one night, he is moved to steal a TARDIS?

History is a burden.  

                 Stories can make us fly.

Well, there is something, someone that I’ve…always wanted to meet. 

❝ History is a burden. Stories make us f l y.