Medically Ill-Advised
What if the Doctor was actually a patient in a psychiatric ward.
His real name is actually John Smith. He’s called the Doctor because he’s constantly hearing things about doctors. The whole ‘last of the time lords, i’m so alone’ = his family was killed as he watched, which…
Gatiss: Okay, Steven, everyone’s going crazy trying to figure out how Sherlock survived that fall, so we’re going to need a really clever solution.
Moffat: Sherlock stood on top of St. Bart’s. And then—
Gatiss: Yes?
Moffat: More disco music.
Gatiss: What? No. It was funny at…
(Source: chmchm)
There has to be a happy medium between the current state of the internet and regulation from on high. SOPA PIPA is not it. Email your representative and let them know that you are NOT in support of this. Go to wikipedia now, try to look something up, they will show you from there how to get in contact with the powers that be.
I never put my clothes in drawers. I really don’t like using hangars or closets. I can’t stand hugs, but that’s a different story.
I don’t use drawers and it took my awhile to figure out why putting my clothes in drawers makes me uncomfortable. I mean, I’m organized. I make piles that make sense, organize them neatly with clothes folded. It’s because as soon as clothes are in drawers, where I can’t see them, I’m staying. Wherever that drawer is, I’m glued to. That is home. And I do not have a home. I don’t feel safe and secure and unwound anywhere. It’s a part of who I am, it’s so natural to me, I’ve never even had to make peace with it. It’s just me. I don’t like settling down in one place. I like staying in the same city or town, but having to report back to the same collection of rooms makes me feel too acclimated.
So until I have the means to have a truly permanent living arrangement, or at least more than 5 years, I will not feel comfortable setting up shop anywhere. I’ve lived out of my car and felt more comfortable in myself than going back to my parents house.