Kirsten Dunst was at Coachella this weekend, and as you might have imagined, everyone was enraptured by her timeless beauty. Minstrels sang and read poetry while small woodland creatures danced and made her a dress of silk and lace as bluebirds tied ribbons in her hair. And all of the maidens skipped joyously through the field tossing rose petals from their baskets where she walked and a prince on a great white steed sang about true love’s first kiss as his wise, talking lion narrated because it’s obvious her life is some kind of fairy tale.
Perv out.
