“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” ―Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel.



The Ships I Ship: Will Herondale and Tessa Gray
You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come other dreams. A lifetime’s worth.
With hope at last,
Will Herondale

“I’ve never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn’t like it.”
“But think how entertaining for sightseers,” said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.” | request by: theflyingmockingjay
(Source: jemisnothingbutgoodness)
Tessa had begun to tremble. This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way.
And not by him.
And it did not matter.




Camille: “Remember? Remember London? The parties at de Quincey’s? Remember Will Herondale? I know you do. That boy of yours, that Lightwood. They even look alike.”
One choice decides your friends. One choice defines your beliefs. One choice determines your loyalties forever. One choice can transform you.



Magic is dangerous - but love is more dangerous still.

