I'm the fun in dysfunctional
We at the Doctor Who Tumblr would like to say that we have full faith in Matt as a torch bearer.
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Q: Finally, did Capitu cheat on Bentinho or not?
A: Uh— YES! N-NO! I mean — I think — yes? Maybe?! I DON’T KNOW, DAMN IT.
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Capitu and Bentinho are the main characters of the novel Dom Casmurro, by Machado de Assis. That’s the main question of the whole story, and no one has the answer |D
{INTERNAL FANGIRL SCREAMING}
Unless it’s fake. Is it fake? God, I should learn how to use twitter someday… xD
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Friends are the best fucking thing in the world
Like, seriously, whenever you are sad/ freaking out, just call them. It does miracles.
It’s sad to see a man who’s lost his mind.
But it’s tragic when he’s convinced himself that he’s sane. ♣
Reblogging because I just got what was going on here.
And now I’m sad again.no
I just got this. Oh I’m sobbing right now.
No no no. You can’t do that to me. NO.
fuck you, why would you make something like this, god reichenfeels, sherlock
You just had to go and crush my soul, didnt you?
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- Martin: Hey, I just met you
- Martin: And this is crazy
- Martin: But m-my name is Captain Martin Crieff. Though that doesn’t matter. It’s all very informal here. Just call me Martin. Well, in- in the context of this meeting, anyway. If you actually see me in person it’s probably best that you do call me Captain Crieff. Or just captain. Just protocol, I’m afraid. Um, if it was up to me, you could call me… Marty... No, no, actually, no, no, let’s not confuse things. Definitely don’t ever call me Marty. Right. So. To recap: hello, I am Captain Martin Captain- Captain Crieff, Crieff, I mean!
- Martin: Can I start again?
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where did the stereotype that people who hang out on the internet are unattractive come from? my online friends are all babes
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And when she’s upset, on the verge of tears, I just want to wrap my arms around her and make everything better. I just want to kiss her over and over until we’re gasping for air and giggling.
Because when she’s upset, I will do anything to see her gorgeous smile.
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