need I say more?
9 is the number where I began,
with that funny northern-sounding man,
who stole my heart with fantastic charm,
and pulled me into his heart by the arm.
10's the one who made me laugh and cry,
the flick of his coat would make me sigh,
through Rose, Martha, Jack and Donna too,
When I came to the end I was rather blue.
11 was the funny man with the funky bow tie,
and the spunky companions that made me cry,
with spoilers and silence and stuff in-between,
he was the smile that lit my screen.
12 is the one that’s yet to come,
but i’m sure he’ll be my chum.
because no matter the number or the face or the age,
The Doctor will always be the best man to take the stage.
hello! It’s been a while! But I am back now :)
sorry for the long absence!
friends freaking out because I have a Sonic Screwdriver.
Doctor Who Fest: day #5
↳ Favourite doctor: Tenth
don’t hate me because i’m whovian
Great man, the Doctor, even
After all these years!
Living in his blue box,
Losing the people close to his hearts.
If he’s alone he looks so sad, yet never
Fails to be there
Right when we need him,
Even if he’s
Years or galaxies away, He’ll come.