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My tribute to Ronan

''I remember your bare feet down the hall"

I don't know Ronan. And yet, it feels like I do. Last night, I broke down reading about the beautiful boy who died when he was merely four. He could have a future but he didn't. His mother talked about how Ronan wanted nothing other than to live.

And everytime I think of her holding his hand and kissing his cheek as death pulled him away from her I die a little inside. I donot know why but I feel so attached to you, Ronan. And I know without doubt you were her best four years and yet she lost you.

"Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away"

Everytime I listen to Ronan, I think about how his moms hope changed to screams and loss, how the flowers piled up, how she probably dreamt of kissing his cheek and holding him one last time.

I do not know what and why I'm writing this, it's been ten years but Ronan I know you're missed everyday not only by your family but anyone who heard Ronan.

''no one knows what to say about a beautiful boy who died"

You died, but you're still alive in our hearts, Rockstar Ronan.

"i love you to the moon and back"

#taylor swift #ronan.text #taylor nation #red album #red tv

Will Herondale opened his eyes to a new day — and yet loneliness preceded him. It had been like this for a while now, ever since he was forced to leave home, he had never been whole. He pushed the covers aside, shivering a little, winters were brutal in London. His mind went to a place it usually went to when he was feeling like this — his mom’s kitchen. He was a shadowhunter, a half blood — his dad had sacrificed this life for love and here he was back at the institute doing the very thing Edmund Herondale warned him not to do. It’s not like I have a choice, Will thought. I am a cursed man. Just then, a voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts — “Will? Is that you Will?”

James Carstairs was standing in the doorway, silver specks of hair falling into his eyes as he looked at will with a concerned look. The only good thing about London was Jem’s company, in him, Will had found a good friend, it was the kind of friendship that didn’t need much, just mere understanding. ‘There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair’, Will mumbled the words to himself from his favorite novel as if they were his guiding light and smiled back at Jem. There was some hope left for him after all.

#shadowhunters #cassandraclare #the last hours #chain of gold #the infernal devices #will herondale #james carstairs

blessedchaosgod

Serious question. How do you deal with the grief of having read the Infernal Devices. I am devastated and I'm only on book two.

bitofanattitudeproblemherondale

“they say time heal all wounds but presume but that presumes the source of grief is finite.”

marypickfords

everyday i wake up and plan on doing Things but then i just

nyacromancey

this is a book series that will have you rocking back and forth and ripping your hair out and bashing your skull into a wall but then you have to look someone directly in the eyes and say yeah it’s about a fake sport with fake drugs and also the yakuza is involved

odetojupiter

nora dropping the kevin duology announcement out of nowhere same energy as kevin switching to his left hand mid game

jennachens

reading aftg isn't enough, i need to be in the audience when kevin day steps out after half time with his racquet in his left hand

bitofanattitudeproblemherondale

ok fine i will reread it again

jennachens

reading aftg isn't enough, i need to be in the audience when kevin day steps out after half time with his racquet in his left hand

Jean Moreau had loved and lost but this time everything was different. He looked around at his friends laughing as a movie went on in the background — Cat with her feverish smiles and love for bikes, always ready to press a soft kiss against his palm. Laila — unwavering snd strong, she did not like anyone in her personal space but not once did she push Jean away. He thought of motorbike lessons with Cat in the twilight as the moon looked down on them almost guarding them against the horrors. He thought of Laila’s braided hair in his hand, a rope that pulled him out of his worst nightmares, and Jeremy?

Jeremy was a dream, his gaze was the colour of the dirt on the ground as Coach Rhemann taught him how to garden, warm and steady holding Jean in place. Jeremy’s smile as he looked at dogs was brighter than the sun and Jean had to look away because he was afraid if he looked too much, he’d burn. His mind was a whirlwind of flashbacks, him on the floor protecting Eloide’s body with his so his mother’s stick couldn’t touch her. Strong hands pushing him into the locker and choking him. Riko laughing down at him with a knife in his hand. But then. Cat, Laila and Jeremy, waiting for him on the floor of their new home. The trojans never leaving his side no matter what. Jean could almost taste blood in his mouth as he whispered to himself — “Jean Moreau. 29. Backliner. The Sunshine Court”.

#aftg foxes #jean moreau #jeremy knox #the golden raven #i love them your honor #roman empire