the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
"My agent’s sister cooked me a little barbecue [after winning the role on Game of Thrones]. It was lovely. Then I came home to London and proceeded to be drunk for about three weeks."
I am doing something. I’m keeping this group together. Alive! I’ve been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn’t ask for this. I killed my best friend for you people, for Christ sake! You saw how he was like. How he pushed me, how he compromised us, how he threatened us. He staged the whole Randall thing, led me out to put a bullet in my back. He gave me no choice. He was my friend, but he came after me. My hands are clean. Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe it’s just another pipe dream. Maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you go out and find yourself? Send me a postcard! Go on, there’s the door. You can do better. Lets see how far you get. No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight. If you’re staying, this isn’t a democracy anymore.
yeah, my boyfriend’s pretty cool
but he’s not as cool as me