'Ello, I'm Iris, forever 25y.
Tea drinker, naturelover, seeking and capturing the fantasy in life, most of the time in words and daydreams. Warning, this blog contains lots of Bowie, Muse and basically anything I like, so have fun! X.
I really love the little detail of paw prints on the promotional posts for THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT because all of this stuff is coming from Taylor’s desk, so of course the cats would be stepping all over her desk and leaving their marks on her documents.
“You can call me Rowan. That’s all you need to know.” He cocked his head to the side, a predator assessing his prey. “Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”