*grabs my own ass* nice
There’s no such thing as an aura of mystery anymore. It doesn’t exist. That’s a thing of the past.
"One of the first houses we lived in was like out of a fairy story. We had a stream that ran through our garden, and we played with the ducks - we locked them in my mum’s office and they pooed everywhere. It was crazy, picking blackberries and mushrooms, rabbits running through your legs." — Emilia Clarke for Flare Magazine (2014)
is that dirt on my computer screen or punctuation .