Look at Matt Smith:
No really, look at him.
Here he is, apologizing.
And here he is, pointing and giggling.
This is him, terrified of something.
This is him, being smug and condescending.
And this is him, facing death.
Matt Smith is the Eleventh Doctor. Some people don’t know about the Doctor.
Or they subscribe to different theories.
But to those who know him, there is none other like him.
He has a complicated relationship with this lady (Spoilers!).
She’s pretty awesome too:
But this is not about her.
He will set you up with the person of your dreams:
He will dance at your wedding:
He will help you feel extraordinary feelings:
Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.