I guess it’s the times when you’re alone that you can realise how much you care about a person. When you can’t hold them, can’t see them, can’t even talk to them. You begin to miss them to the point where it’s like there’s a hole in your chest. Just sitting there. And every now and then it aches, but mostly it just sits there. You can feel it growing, eating away at you. And then you realise that you don’t want to be alone. You never want to be alone. Because being alone hurts. But being lonely as well is even worse. I guess what I mean is I miss you. And words can not express how much.

souffles-and-stardust:

All that continuous pain Clara put herself through just for him. She died so many fucking times- she turned into a Dalek for him. Impossible is a fucking understatement. She scattered herself throughout time to save him. She died over and over and over and over to let him live.

Now don’t you dare say that Clara isn’t a proper companion. Don’t you fucking dare.

(via grangerrrr)