Jess. 21. Boston.
I've never been so bitter.
Last night I had a dream that Karen Gillan and Matt Smith were zombies. And they were super fast zombies and weren’t eating people but just running around and biting everyone. It was wat. I was watching this happen from the pov of Karen.
“Not absolutely sure, how long?”
When i was a little girl a had an imaginary friend…
A party. Just a party.
Petrichor = The smell of dust after rain.
I do love this ad. Loved it since I spotted it on Twitter. (And I half-wish that BPAL would get the license to make it.)
(And, talking about the show, not the parodic commentary, I loved that a word from a telepathic password came back to them when Amy and Rory were discussing what to call their new perfume line. And I wonder if they also do a Crimson, a Delight and, of course, an Eleven in their perfume line.)
This photo. Actually. Ovaries.