Happy 43rd Birthday, David Tennant! (18/04/1971)
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It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.
You wanna help me? Find a way to change me back.
I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, to bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust.
"I guess it was, sort of, at a time when I was like a bit; I felt like my life was slightly in stasis and I was a little bit bored, so I guess I kind of equated that to being a frozen corpse and stuck in an ashy position under a burned down city for a long time. You know, just your average thought. Totally normal. And then it became a pop song, which you know is a bit weird." Dan Smith on Pompeii