Doctor. So lonely. So very, very alone. Such a lonely little boy. Lonely then and lonelier now. How can you bear it?
we’re terribly sorry, but you can’t put your disobedient child in the stowaway luggage, you’re just going to have to carry on your wayward son
pond era rewatch: 5x01, the eleventh hour
“dear santa. thank you for the dolls and the pencils and the fish. it’s easter now so i hope i didn’t wake you but, honest, it is an emergency… there’s a crack in my wall”
Doctor Who - season 7;
I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always there’s the Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.