Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of course I dream” I tell her ”Everybody dreams” ”But what do you dream about?" she’ll ask "The same thing everybody dreams about.” I tell her ”I dream about where I’m going." She always laughs at that. "But you’re not going anywhere. You’re just wandering about." That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going — home.
my mum just told me that if we ever saw benedict cumberbatch in the street she’d trip me up and walk away so he would help me up
your mom is an A+ parent
will clara think that he looks hotter with my fez than I do?
voting against gay marriage is like ordering a piece of cake at a restaurant and having a complete stranger be like “waiter, cancel that cake”
"waiter cancel that cake it’s ruining my cake and i don’t know how to explain it to my children"