in the morning i'll be ten feet tall,
solid gold,
not sorry for anything.

emiliaclarke:

Too much is wrong with me. And you can’t do anything about it. You can’t change it. You can’t fix me, because I’m not broken. I don’t need to be fixed okay? I’m me.




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