The end of a life….
The sun falls
Wreathed in flame
Why must you leave me?
Please help me prove a point. Reblog this if you love Christopher Eccleston’s Doctor.
So apparently whatever god there is(if it even exists) wants me to be a hipster. This is based purely off the fact that a cheesy joke got me $100 a month for life at a cafe that nobody knows about……. Who knew I could sell brilliance for muffins?