Fear can make you kind.
Just another stage… pageant the pain away…
Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride. Or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
That awkward moment when the companion smacks you.
Continuing the trend of Twelve getting smacked
I will be tagging all of my posts from tonight’s episode as #dw spoilers
so if you want to avoid spoilers from tonight’s episode of doctor who, blacklist that tag.
I am not sure if I love him; not sure if that’s why. But I am sure of what he would do if our positions were reversed. I am sure that nothing is worth killing him for
As an assistant, Mrs. Johnson acquits herself more than adequately. Mrs. Johnson’s commitment to the work cannot be underestimated. Were it not for Mrs. Johnson’s conscientiousness, dedication, and enthusiasm, I would be at a complete loss. She has become absolutely invaluable to me.
say you love me 