Reblog if you think David Tennant could have never outstayed his welcome as the Doctor.

Barbossa: Jack, our sands be all but run. Where’s the harm in joining the winning side?
Jack Sparrow: I understand everything…except that wig.
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.”
—William Shakespeare
Van Gogh Guitar, San Francisco, California
photo via paradoxoff
“It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.”
From A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle
“…I think I approach my work the same way I approached guitar playing—looking at a character like a song…It’s not necessarily a question of how many notes, but a question of what do the notes express and what does a slight bend do.”
—Johnny Depp, Vanity Fair January 2011
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