oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments

i honestly prefer listening to music through headphones bc it feels so much more private and like your own personal music room that you can just seal yourself away in

tenrose bitches are faster than the speed of light and work harder than the devil. i have to respect that

can we just talk about the doctor’s love life for a second. they’re married. they’re widowed. they’re divorced. they’re a slut. they’re in a throuple with a shopgirl from london and an immortal con man. they met their wife a hundred years before she met them. they’re in a qpr with a woman who accidentally impregnated their severed hand. their relationship with a lancashirean english teacher became so codependent they had to wipe their own memory so it didn’t endanger the universe. they married queen elizabeth the first. they kiss their mortal enemy on the mouth. they’re in lesbian love with a teenager from yorkshire. they’re in another throuple with their own parents-in-law