okay this part fucking broke my heart, the doctor is so fucking lonely
he got a taste of having a companion again, and he’s talking as though there’s someone listening
and then he looks up and there’s no one
it’s just him
just him and the tardis, and look how small he looks when he’s in it by himself
and what’s the point of all his experiences if he has no one to share them with
Girls are told to be skinny but not too skinny and to wear makeup but not so much that guys can tell and to dress in revealing clothes but not too revealing or else you’re a slut and a hundred other contradictory standards so I think guys can deal with being made fun of for wearing fedoras
Read books. Care about things. Get excited. Try not to be too down on yourself. Enjoy the ever-present game of knowing.