I’m not… Fearless. I’m terrified. I’m always terrified. I act like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t. I don’t know if Isaac is dying right now. I don’t know if I made a mistake with Scott. I don’t know what my dad is thinking. I don’t know if we should trust Derek. I don’t know… I don’t know anything.
"It is our choices, Harry, that show us who we truly are, far more than our abilities"
it’s past midnight and i still have a metric shit ton of reading about literary theory to do literally fuck my entire ass oh my god