From the beginning, she was impossible.
The Impossible Girl. I met her in the Dalek Asylum. Never saw her face, and she died. I met her again in Victorian London, and she died. Saved my life both times, by giving her own. But now she’s back and we’re running together, and she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me. Except she can’t remember that we ever met. Clara. My Clara.
Always brave, always funny, always exactly what I need.
i totally would but my selfie game is weak
You said you lost your grace, right? That means you’re human. That means that you bleed and you eat and you sleep and all the things you never had to worry about before!