“One day, I wanted to make my mum a perfume myself. So I went outside to pick all the roses in the garden and then crushed them in a bowl, adding water and everything I could find. I brought it to her saying, “Hey, mum, I made this for you.” I remember as she looked out into the garden, a bit torn between the sight of her flowerless rose-bushes and this ever so cute present… Every time, the smell of roses brings back that memory.” - Kit Harington / Elle France
Jupiter’s great red spot. A hurricane three times the size of our whole planet that’s been raging for centuries.
"My flesh looked like it wasn’t trying. It looked like it hated being part of me."
I wish they just hadn’t subtitled Kelly…it’s not like you can’t tell exactly what she’s saying.
- Friend: So how do you think you've changed since high school?
- Me: Well I became aware of oppressive power structures and how we are complicit in them and now seek to dismantle them.
- Friend: ...
- Me: I also think I got hotter.