Henry was shaking his head. “I know people call me eccentric. Peculiar. Even mad. All of those things. I’ve never minded. But for you to think I’d be so weak-willed— Do you even love me at all?”
"Of course I love you!" Charlotte cried. "That was never in question."
halfway through Insurgent so far and argh is it possible not to ship Tris/Four?
edit: replacing the image cause i forgot about one tattoo sorry
this image is perfect
when someone says “ten years ago” I think about the 90’s not 2003
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.