DAT ASS
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Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234
- City of Bones, Cassandra Clare
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“I’ve never minded it,” he went on. “Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”
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“I’ve never minded it,” he went on. “Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”
(Source: loveisadangerousdisadvantage)
i have too many will/jem feels tonight. thus, this fic.
But Jem was impossible to win against, with that pained look in his eye, with his thin, almost delicate, frame sagging so heavily against the door’s threshold. So, Will swallowed his protests, aching as the bitterness burned his throat on the way down.
I wonder if Cassandra Clare wakes up everyday thinking “How can I cause mass hysteria today?”
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