what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us
what if they’re protecting us though
what if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over
I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then
maybe you’re the reflection.
This all just sounds like a doctor who episode
900 years of time and space I’ve never met someone who wasn’t important before.
These needed to be put together.
Original TARDIS art here.
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! .. And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.





