Me, mostly reblogging anything cult, Doctor Who and gaming and posting stuff I write. I may moan a bit about the world... but who doesn't on Tumblr?

Perhaps, she thought, that’s what love does. It’s not there to make you feel special. It’s to make you brave. It was like a ration pack in the desert, she thought, like a box of matches in a dark wood. Love and courage, thought Sophie: two words for the same thing. You didn’t need the person to be there with you, even, perhaps. Just alive, somewhere. By Rooftoppers by Katherine Rundell (2013)