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lariablog

The Last Hours Shadowhunters saga!

Hope you like :)

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isabelle got it from anna

whatever you think i mean, all of it

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He was still holding her wrist. She didn’t know if she leaned into him first or if he pulled her toward him. Maybe both. They crashed together, hard, like stars colliding, and then he was kissing her.

Jules. Kissing her. The shock was all she felt at first, his cold mouth against hers, and then she tasted him, under the salt water, the hot-cool taste of sugar and cloves, and it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside her body and turned on all the lights.

“Emma,” he murmured against her lips, not taking his mouth away from hers. They were clasped together, wet and cold and hot and burning all at once. He leaned into her, kissing her harder, feverishly, his hands burying themselves in the thickness of her wet hair.

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romance isn’t real but when i read about that angry blonde and her sad painter boyfriend who also happens to be a father of 5 sometimes i think... maybe

garzamarisol

emma, trying to explain

to julian that if he had

emotions, he would

never had done what

he just did: julian:

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i want zara to get demon pox

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*uses lol lmao and rip as punctuation*

Cassandra Clare: *introduces Julian in CoLS*

Me: I like this character.

Me: *narrows eyes* You're going to hurt him aren't you?

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LADY MIDNIGHT CHALLENGE

day eight > favorite emma + julian moment

“Jules,” she whispered. “My Julian.”

“Always,” he whispered, returning to her mouth, “always.”

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roses are red violets are blue pull my hair while I go down on u

kadabbs

Recent studies confirm that reading books and drinking tea doesn’t make you better than anyone else

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But most of all, I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they are going.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via faenies)