I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it in time for Christmas. I miss you both so much.
Thing is, I got a little caught up in 18th century Italy. We met Giacomo Casanova. Yes, the one! We helped him escape prison. He didn’t really belong there anyway. Watching him and the Doctor interact was… interesting. Somehow they ended up betting on which of them could get Voltaire to reveal his real name. The Doctor lost. Now he owes him a chicken.
Oh, and you’ll never believe what I saw last week! Vogue is celebrating its 400th anniversary with an exhibit that includes hundreds of photos. And surprise, surprise, there you were! You looked so beautiful. You always do. You still haven’t told me why you quit that job.
How’s dad? Hug him for me, will you? Is he still considering getting a proper medical degree? Not that I don’t believe he could, but I don’t think he fits the job. He’s a nurturer, not a fixer.
I promise I’ll come visit soon. I’m just about to embark on a quick expedition to a library that occupies a whole planet. Can you imagine that? A planet sized library? I can barely picture it. It’s an archeologist’s playground, is what it is. Well, anyway, I swear I’ll come by after this. Just in time for your birthday, I think.
With love, always,
I was all like, oh this is cute, this is fine-…library?
#Homer Simpson don’t give a crap about homosexuality.
there’s something bothering me about this place…the girl in green becomes black in the last gif. ಠ_ಠ
And the girl at the bar suddenly has a tattoo.
Lesbians are not bound to the same laws as you mere mortals
oth meme: five storylines [2/5] » school shooting
"So, you wanna know what things were like fifty years ago? Well, the truth is… There’s not a single person in this place worth remembering in fifty years. So don’t believe any of the other crap you’re hearing. Everyone at Tree Hill is a liar. Like, I’m sure Russ Lahodnie, you know, our All-American wrestler, who everybody thinks is this nice, respectable guy. I bet he forgot to mention the fact that he’s the king of slipping girls the date rape-drug. Or Miss Perfect 4.0, Katie Radison? Yeah, three words: gang, bang, abortion. See, people here are fake, so they stick to their cliques to hide it. I mean, the stoners are medicated, the honor students are afraid, and the jocks, well, they’re jocks, man. They’ll peak at seventeen, and their cheerleader girlfriends will be fat and lonely by twenty-one. Losers! Everyone here is a loser! And the truth is, every day I have to come back to this school, is one less day I have to come back."