Time travel is like visiting Paris. You can’t just read the guidebook, you’ve got to throw yourself in! Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers! … Or is that just me?
We both roll our own smokes, right? And um, it was like day one we just met. We’re both stepping outside and he was like “Do you wanna have a fag?” “Yeah let’s have a fag.” I was like “Okay.” And we’re both rolling and we’re like “I think we get along.”
Lana Parrilla on the moment Robert and her realized they’re gonna be friends (x)