live everyday like you’re gonna steal the declaration of independence.
Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. ” You do- you still love me, don’t you?”
“I love Jace Herondale,” she said. ” I don’t know who you are.
“I love Jace Herondale,” she said. ” I don’t know who you are.
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| — | Jace Herondale and Clary Fray (via novelreverie) |
That awkward moment when you don’t know if you’re just sore from sex or because your period is starting.
As upset as I am over the end of COLS…
I understand why Cassie had to break my poor Malec shipping heart. He did something unforgiveable, and I would have reacted the same way.
And while my ship is sinking, I’m hopeful for COHF and to see what happens for them.
He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink now faded barely legible, though Clary could make out the signature: With hope at last, William Herondale.
“Some ancestor of yours,” Clary said, brushing her finger against the page.
“Some ancestor of yours,” Clary said, brushing her finger against the page.
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| — | City of Lost Souls, Cassandra Clare (via campshadowblood) |
