#infernaldevices

[samandhislostshoe]

Consul Wayland: please sit in this chair. I'd like to ask you some questions

Charlotte, whispering to Henry: deny everything

Henry: that's not a chair

[holyjemcarstairs]

Jem: What is wrong with you?

Will: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself, but still think I'm better than everyone else.

[starlightbooktales]

» whats one of your favorite trilogies? hello friends, This is one of mine! I recently reread it and it’s still my all time favorite Shadowhunter series. The characters (main & side) are all fantastic especially Will and Jem. » current reads:. ✦ Seasons of the Storm ✦ Blood Heir ✦ The Nature of Witches » challenges:. ✦ #tumblesoverbooks - first person or third person ✦ #starsinthedark - woman like me » hashtags: #readthisbook #BookstagramCommunity #theinfernaldevices #infernaldevices #cassandraclare #cassieclare #stack #shadowhunter #shadowhunters #tid #stackofbooks #bookstack #readingisfun #readingislife #bookstagram #ilovebooks #bookstagrammer #readingismymedicine #bookloversofinstagram #booklist #readmore #booknerd #booksworthreading (at Boise, Idaho) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO52TwHLuwj/?igshid=13f30k8a495hw

[jemsparabatai]

ARE YA’LL SEEING THIS OOFFOKSJDJD 🏃🏼‍♂️🥺

[theshadowhunterofbakerstreet]

I need some new blogs to follow so if you like any of these, like and I will follow you back.

sherlock

johnlock

mystrade

mortal instruments or infernal devices

supernatural

books in general

good omens

dan and phil

kingsman secret service

[nuttyviola]

Cordelia Carstairs-The last hours

I am trying to make like a portrait of all characters in the last hours. I am not as good as the other artists here though.

[emotten]

if you know, you know...

[lectophile]

Words of Wisdom: Clockwork Prince

Everyone is afraid of death. We may be born of angels, but we have no more knowledge of what comes after death than you do.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did not know him at all?

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy as cruel as the grave.

For some reason the thought of lying without a false image to hide behind terrified her.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.

If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

Your life is not yours to throw away.

Who ever said we were owed happiness? What about what we owe to others?

‘Fell’ into it. Hurtled into it is more like. Headlong-crashed into it. Still, there are always some men like that—just one woman for them, and only she will do, or nothing.

I felt it like a shadow on my soul.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?