Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon’s sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t belong to the library, so he’d never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
I wouldn’t trade an eye for your lies, your lust for my life. Is this the end?
Thirty Seconds To Mars | End Of All Days (3D Audio)
+ close your eyes.
+ wear earphones/headphones.
“ I’m not insane, I’m voluntarily indifferent to conventional rationality. ”
Do or do not. There is no try. - yoda #randomfeelgoodquote #randomweirdalleypic #jesusandtoast
Los Angeles - 21 May 2014
A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man’s life comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose.