
“I - DON’T!” Harry screamed, so loudly that he felt his throat might tear, and for a second he wanted to rush at Dumbledore and break him, too; shatter that calm old face, shake him, hurt him, make him feel some tiny part of the horror inside himself.


The Great Gatsby. What a man.
I‘m just not the hero type. Clearly.
Chris Pine & Zachary Quinto by Gaye Gerard


I’m okay once I realize you’re here