borntosavethedoctor:

Mind you, seeing as I’m not actually ageing, there’s a tiny little bit of wiggle room, isn’t there?

She used to be a girl who didn’t believe in ghosts, but in the end she became one. Because what else but a ghost is she now? A woman with no pulse, trapped between her last heartbeats, whose last second can last almost forever. No short cut through the graveyard this time; let’s take the longer way, let’s see everything that all of time and space can offer. The death can wait.