April 16th, 1935: Somebody named Lisl (who was either a friend or a stalker) sent this telegram to Marlene Dietrich. (x) Thank you factoseintolerant for the translation!
I eat you, I smell you, I grease you, powder, oil, anoint you, and what I’ve forgotten I know on my own.
- Lisl
He can say it to an inanimate object, but he can’t say it to Rose Tyler.
OUCH!
Oi! That was different… Rose was different.
(Source: leepacington)
istoleyourtardis said: Doctor.

-The Doctor stared at the Master for a moment before tearing his eyes away. It was just another bad dream. One of many he’d been having.-
THIS!
i’m breathless…
I was so impressed with this
Can we just all be grateful that this didn’t happen in his 11th regeneration
poor thing would have fallen flat on his face
Well, thank you, and what’s this about an eleventh regeneration? Am I already on my twelfth incarnation somewhere? Though, in a way I’m technically all of my incarnations at once. It just depends on where you are and where I am and when, as well.

