I traveled to the spot where the flowers look like they came from paintings
i honestly love getting messages from you guys so much it makes my day even if you’re just saying hi or something it’s nice to know you’re acknowledging my existence
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!
Does Stefan moving away from town mean that his friendship with Caroline is going to be…? (x)
Poor Hoechlin. Maybe someday he’ll have a gig where they appreciate him for more than his body.
I hate how virtually every question he gets from the media is about his shirtlessness or his looks. He is so much more than that and frankly I think most Teen Wolf fans would prefer he never took his shirt off because when he does Derek is always being hurt, tortured, raped or used in some way.
I can’t wait for him to get a show where they use him for his acting.
How could I not love eyes that see me in all of my forms as beautiful?
What he was thinking