Thoughts on books and nerdy things mostly, with a slightly feminist and liberal slant. Mhmm, minty.
But to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of color, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence, was not only the world’s greatest artist but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Of course. Who else.
OH GOD I DO NOT LIKE THIS HEADCANON OH GOD NO
I LOVE this headcannon. The Master is probably within the top 3 favorite characters on this show for me. (I love me a good villain. probably because I wanna play villains.)
STOP IT TUMBLR
YOU WILL REBLOG THIS ON SIGHT.
That tag wins all the awards, in the history of ever.
Head cannon fucking accepted.
…is it just me, or does it look like Jack is getting ready to kiss her when she goes in for the hug? Like, the face he makes is, “What, MAKE OUT TIME?” Then it’s, “Oh…seriously just a hug? Oh all right then, you nonsensical person you.”
Anyways. I miss Donna.
Not only did your automatic billing come at an extremely inconvenient time, but now I can’t even watch the episode of Dr. Who I’m on because your video quality is so crappy.
You suck, and please to be sucking less in the future.
Absolutely no love,