“Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.”
— Plato, Protag., I. 337.
"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me." — Jonathan Safran Foer
#omfg#he seems so lost in that first gif#like he doesn’t understand where this thing is coming from#or how to control it#but then he fucking looks at sam#and just LOOK at his fucking face#look at his eyes#you know he’s scared#it’s so obvious#but sam is here#and the first thing he tells him is ‘he wanted to die’#’but i didn’t kill him’#and it’s like he’s saying ’ i don’t know what’s going on with me sammy’#’i don’t know what i’m doing’#’please don’t be mad don’t be worried’#’i didn’t do it’#’i can control it’#’just don’t let go of me’#jfc#i’m sorry#just leave me here to die (via whereifellfromgrace)
It’s hard not to feel broken
when it’s always quiet enough
to hear your pieces rattle.
THE MARAUDERS SPENT THREE YEARS TRYING TO BECOME ANIMAGI
THEY ACHIEVED IT IN THEIR FIFTH YEAR
THAT MEANS THREE TWELVE YEAR OLDS DECIDED TO TURN INTO ANIMALS FOR A WEREWOLF THEY HAD MET JUST ONE YEAR PRIOR
DONT TOUCH ME I AM NOT OKAY