(Source: dinklages, via robbstark)
Amy: I’m sorry you’re so sad.
Vincent: But I’m not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks— for months. But I’m good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on then so can Vincent Van Gogh.
Amy: I’m not soldiering on. I’m fine.
Vincent: Oh Amy, I hear the song of your sadness. You’ve lost someone I think.
Amy: I’m not sad.
Vincent: Then why are you crying?
(via dlittleone)
Been around 900 years, me. I think you can assume at some point I’ve danced.
(Source: stephentiberiuscolbert, via heckyadoctorwho)