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✧ summer giveaway: Clary & Jace for @jaceherondcle
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Obsidio Countdown two | favorite female character(s): Kady Grant
The universe owes you nothing, Kady. It has already given you everything, after all. It was here long before you, and it will go on long after you. The only way it will remember you is to do something worth remembrance.
I might, if pressed, be able to generate some degree of warmth, but you must know that I have no interest in treating anyone the way I treat you. This,” he says, touching the air between us, “is an exception to a very hard rule.” His eyes are on my lips now; his hand has moved to my neck. “This,” he says softly, “is very, very unusual.”
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Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there. Don't let them change me, Let me keep my mind. Let me endure whatever there is to come.
book aesthetics: Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi
“You must understand—the only people who matter in this wretched world are the ones with real power. And you,” he says, “you have power. You have the kind of strength that could shake this planet—that could conquer it. And maybe it’s still too soon, maybe you need more time to recognize your own potential, but I will always be waiting.”
He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ ‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?’
Right after she said it, she pulled her hair around her cheeks, as though the streaks of blonde could hide the pink hue beneath them. 'Shut up.' 'I think you were trying to tell me I was special,' I needled her. There was something exquisite about it – the comparison, the ensuing embarrassment. She loved to make me suffer and I loved to watch her squirm.