My whole life, I felt like I was in the wrong place. Like I was just some alien,
an-and no one understood me. But all I had to do was just
go to New York.
Go home to Broadway,
and then everything
would be fine.
But I was wrong.
My home isn’t some place,
Alistair: I got a feeling that underneath all that macho snark, you’re a pretty sweet guy on the inside. Plus on the outside you’re smokin’ hot. I mean,
like, I’m not blind, you’re like ridiculously hot.
Under the cut are 35 icons of Grant Gustin in selfies. All of these icons have been made by me so do not claim as your own or redistribute them. If you find these helpful or useful please like or reblog this post. Enjoy.