this one time when i was seven i thought that i could talk to trees (because i had no friends), and i use to sit by them and say things and one day i was talking to my tree friend called kevin and this girl went up to me and said “are you talking to that tree, freak!” and i started crying and hugged on to the tree, and while she was laughing one of the branches fell on the girls head, thanks kevin.





whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale

this is good

Gonna adopt this method of dealing




Imagine being a Doctor Who fan in 1966 though.

“Oh dear, what’s happening? Is the Doctor dying?


What. The. Shit.”

My nan has been watching Doctor Who from the get-go

According to her the first regeneration made the entire country go ape-shit and she has vivid memories of her entire family being frozen in front of the TV in shock for about an hour