please, please
remember me.
ave atque vale.

(Source: cumberebatch)

Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus,
We are all illuminated

"You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn’t a confidence booster. I thought maybe once she realized it would never work out with Jace, she’d give up and come back to me."

"In a hundred, two hundred, years, it’ll be just you and me." Magnus regarded Simon thoughtfully. "We’ll be all that’s left."

"You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked. She shook her head. He didn’t seem to notice. “She said you’d break my heart,” he told her, and left. The door closed behind him with a decided click, and Clary was alone.

“It was strange to become a vampire, to be presented with what could only be described as an eternal life, and then to die anyway when you were sixteen.”

(Source: clarissawayland)

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TMI | They’re gonna eat US alive

"So you’re trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she’s unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn’t it?" 
"Love is a contradiction," said Jace.

"Look," Luke went on, "In all the years I’ve known him, there’s always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he’s always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there." 
"Where’s that?" 
"Wherever you were." 

"The Clave isn’t going to like this," said Alec dubiously. "I’m pretty sure turning mundanes into rats is against the Law."

"Technically she didn’t turn him into a rat," Jace pointed out. "The worst she could be accused of is negligence."

"Who cares about the stupid Law?” Clary screamed, grabbing hold of Isabelle’s wrist. “My best friend is a rat!”

Ouch!” Isabelle tried to pull her wrist back. “Let go of me!”

"Not until you tell me where he is." She’d never wanted to smack anyone as much as she wanted to smack Isabelle right at that moment. "I can’t believe you just left him -he’s probably terrified -"

"If he hasn’t been stepped on," Jace pointed out unhelpfully.

"I didn’t leave him. He ran under the bar," Isabelle protested, pointing. "Let go! You’re denting my bracelet."

"Bitch," Clary said savagely, and flung a surprised-looking Isabelle’s hand back at her, hard.

"Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?" [X]

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