One day, life came crashing down, as it does.
It started with a knock on the door. Outside were two policemen, hats in their hands. “Are you mr Hillsbury?” One of them asked and then said, when he had gotten confirmation that this was indeed mr Hillsbury, in an apologetic, and rather distant tone if truth was to be told: “I am truly sorry, but I have come to inform you that your son has been involved in an accident”
"Now, why is the floor getting larger?" Mr Hillsbury managed to think before the darkness took hold of him.
"But don’t you want her to be happy?"
"Of course I want her to be fucking happy. I just don’t understand why that means I can’t be too…"
people who get excited over seeing dogs are my kind of people
i think dogs have elevator music playing in their heads at all times
I WANT TO KILL SOMEBODY AND HAVE THIS AS THE BACKGROUND MUSIC
If I were you… Oh, If I were you… Perhaps I WAS you, of course. Or perhaps…you ARE me.
I’d love to think this is how the story of the Doctor ends. He retired, chose the name Curator and TARDIS became The National Gallery.