if you’re ever really sad you should probably go look at cake wrecks. your life won’t improve or anything but you’ll probably be too busy trying to decide why the word “ultrasound” is suddenly so funny to you to remember why you were sad, at least for a little while
don’t fucking tell me that my talent is a “blessing” or a “gift.” it wasn’t given to me at all. i got to where i am today because i picked up a crayon in kindergarten and i haven’t put it down for 20 fucking years, not because some supernatural entity decided to sprinkle a little magic talent dust into my dna
i don’t even know what i’m doing with my time anymore but hey heres the magic the gathering butt cracks guy and hes gonna bless ur blog
I may not be a perfect person but at least I have never yelled at an employee in a store
I remember going onto the set on the very first day and saying to David 'Wheres the Tardis? Where is it?'
when you’re talking about Doctor Who with a non-whovian friend
Also got a tshirt from HMV. I trekked across the lower mainland to get my size.