IF YOU SCROLL PAST THIS U R HARTLESS
the rock you kicked when you were walking? yeah, it gets enough of that at home. that cruchy-looking leaf that you went out of your way to step on? looks can be deceiving; it was crying inside. that towel you left, scrunched in the corner? it hung himself later on. that laptop that you never actually shut down but just hibernate? it put itself ‘to sleep’ last night. reblog this if you are against bullying. 99% of you wont reblog. be the 1% that cares.
It’s obvious how Sherlock survived, really.
The Sherlock that fell was actually a robot, and the real Sherlock was miniaturised inside it.
That devastating moment when you drop a piece of food so you wheel your chair around, trying to find it, and accidentally wheel over it.
Why I love Doctor Who
The main reason, for me, is that The Doctor is so open with people. He freely tells them that he is an alien, and the clever ones believe him. It’s such a difference from Harry Potter because, as muggles, we wouldn’t ever know whether magic exists or not because it’s hidden so carefully from us. Whereas, The Doctor could be roaming the world right now, and one day, if we’re lucky enough, we might find him.