Eleventh Doctor: first and last words

Oh, I lived too long.

I’m the hero of the story, don’t need to be saved

impossiblyamelia:

Times change and so must I…We all change when you think about it, we’re all different people, all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.

impossiblyamelia:

Times change and so must I…We all change when you think about it, we’re all different people, all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.

Is that a new body? Give us a twirl.

I will always remember when the Doctor was me.


We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep.

We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep.

Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of course I dream” I tell her ”Everybody dreams” ”But what do you dream about?" she’ll ask "The same thing everybody dreams about.” I tell her I dream about where I’m going." She always laughs at that. "But you’re not going anywhere. You’re just wandering about." That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going — home.

annualgames:

“Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They’re old eyes; and one thing I can tell you, monsters are real.”
 

annualgames:

Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They’re old eyes; and one thing I can tell you, monsters are real.

 

But every end is the start of a new beginning.

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