the only mystery worth solving.

New York. The city of a million stories. Half of them are true, the other half just haven’t happened yet.

"The God Complex"

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If you ever see a little blue box, flying up there in the sky, you shout for me, Gramps. Oh you just shout.

DW Minimalist Posters (2/?): Martha Jones

23.11.1963 // 23.11.2013

"It can’t happen like this. After everything we’ve been through, Doctor. Everything. You can’t just drop me off at my house and say goodbye like we shared a cab."

"And what’s the alternative? Me standing over your grave? Over your broken body? Over Rory’s body?"