There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight. It will take you home.
The name you choose is like a promise you make.
It’s called the TARDIS. It can travel anywhere in time and space. And it’s mine.
I’ll run back and shake him tightly
and scream “if they want him you’ll gonna have to fight me”
nyotauhurass asked Q or Freddie Lyon.