Moffat, you better throw me a hell of a banger to end this seventh season because the suspense for Clara is not enough to feed my thirst for mystery and crazy twists in plots.

Also because all the other season endings have been absolutely crazy good.

Oh bloody hell, half a year of Doctor Who makes me sound like one of those fandom girls.. Which I’m not. Really not.

Okay. I don’t rave about this shit a lot. Get over it.

I’m really glad I caught up on Doctor Who.
It’s just brilliant. All these things it reminds me of.

I guess why I love the show is that it not only fills me up with a sense of wonder about time and the universe, technically reawakening the sense of wonder I have about everything that I see actually, but inspires me to get in touch with my curiosity and it also shows me the wonders and the beauty of the human condition and also the majesty of the skies and planets above. Some people feel terrified about how small the human race is, and how small this planet is compared to the rest of the universe. I am not afraid. I am in awe and I am in love with the vast, never-ending universe. I feel its breeze gushing down on me as I bask in its infinite beauty. Beauty I have forgotten to appreciate.

Fucking love the universe.

Delete. Delete. Delete. I don’t really know why I just keep feeling like doing so. Throwing my words out and just erasing them, much like I’m just throwing clay pigeons out to be shot by a gun. Throwing them out and just watching them get wiped out. Not sure why. I find that not a single thing I say feels right at all anymore and it’s severely frustrating. It’s annoying. I’m annoying.

This is beautiful. Love that they found abandoned structures too.
And the steampunk-inspired clothing is amazing.

Also mind-blowing violinist.

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