Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely, and if something can be remembered, it can come back.
Sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had… There was recently, a friend of mine. Rose, her name was Rose. And we were together.
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Some Daleks are red
The TARDIS is blue
And I suppose, it’s my last chance to say it:
WHAT TUMBLR STOP IT
Rose would know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she’d say exactly the right thing.
Planet Earth. This is where I was born. And this is where I died. For the first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end. That’s what I thought. But then came the army of ghosts. Then came Torchwood and the War. And that’s when it all ended. This is the story of how I died.
doctor who, “army of ghosts”