Through the Looking Glass

"We are what we believe we are." - C.S. Lewis

I don’t know where I am.
It’s like I’m breaking into a million pieces and there’s only one thing I can remember.

(Source: albionswarlock)

sherlockian-of-the-shire:

lilyfanciesprongs:

fishingboatproceeds:

ofpotterandwho:

John Green: What To Do With Your Life (x)

17,000 notes? That’s insane.

(I just imagined a world in which tumblr reblogs could be exchanged for the weird circular baby cheese that Henry eats every day, and then I would have like a lifetime supply of that surprisingly expensive baby cheese. BUT NO.)

omg

MINI BABYBEL CHEESE! (which, by the way, is not just for babies, thank you very much)

(via aerielas)

  • Clara: Have we just watched the entire life cycle of Earth, birth to death?
  • Doctor: Yes.
  • Clara: And you're okay with that?
  • Doctor: Yes.
  • Clara: How can you be?
  • Doctor: The TARDIS. She's...time. With...wibbly vortex. And so on.
  • Clara: That's not what I mean.
  • Doctor: Okay. So help. Context. Cheat sheet. Something?
  • Clara: I mean one minute, you're in 1974 looking for ghosts. But all you have to do is open your eyes and talk to whoever's standing there. To you I haven't been born yet. And to you I've been dead a hundred billion years. Is my body out there somewhere? In the ground?
  • Doctor: Yes. I suppose it is.
  • Clara: But here we are. Talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I'm a ghost. We're all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.
  • Doctor: No. No. You're not that.
  • Clara: Then what are we? What can we possibly be?
  • Doctor: You are the only mystery worth solving.