a downward spiral, just a pirouette personal triggers
getting worse till there's nothing left. what good comes of something when i'm just the ghost of nothing?

i'm just the man on the balcony, singing 'nobody will ever remember me.' rejoice, rejoice, and fall to your knees.

lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? oh, their faces are dancing, they're dancing, till they can't stand it. composer but never composed, singing the symphonies of the overdosed.

independent rp blog for the master from doctor who. fc: gemma arterton. follows back selectively.

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"The multiverse is just full of surprises today," the Master muttered under his breath. What was with this woman? She was everywhere and everywhen, and he wasn’t even looking to find her. The best he could do was attempt to dodge, get back to his ship, and come back later - he was far too early. Ah, the risks of a young capsule built from bits of old ones and left to grow (quite crookedly and confusedly) into her own. There were quite a few of them, and one of them was a complete lack of accuracy in landing.

Posted 1 year ago on March 29, 2013 with 19 notes.
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