This Daft Old Face

“Rose. Her name was Rose.”

thegreathall:

We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. 

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rapturemetro:

Doctor who?

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harrypotterandtheblog:

“What’s it look like?” “Like a transmitter. Round and massive, somewhere slap bang in the middle of London. A huge metal circular structure, like a dish, like a wheel, close to where we’re standing. It must be completely invisible…”

fantastic 

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