I have no idea why I have this



Planet Earth. This is where I was born. And this is where I died. For the first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end. That’s what I thought. But then came the army of ghosts. Then came Torchwood and the War. And that’s when it all ended. This is the story of how I died.

doctor who, “army of ghosts”

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repelo-muggletum:

YEAH. FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT.

doctorwho:

What’s your name?

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