I seriously don’t know how i’m still breathing. I can honestly say that this has been the most painful reading experience i’ve ever had. After that epilogue i feel like..i’m changed. It was an emotional roller coaster, as usual. One moment i was crying of joy and happiness and love, the other i was weeping with my heart full of sorrow, loss, pain. It hurts, so much.
i’m trying to reread tmi even though i’m still wounded from tid and then jace goes and asks “alec? is that you?” while he’s playing an instrument
I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about something and care about their mothers. I like poems about coffee and fucking and love. I like when I’m on the highway and I make eye contact with the person speeding next to me. I like when I’m in the city and I see someone taking pictures of skyscrapers; with their necks arched back and their eyes lost in the view and their mind on something wondrous. I like drinking wine with friends and vodka with strangers. I like when my heart feels full even if my wallet is empty. I like when people hold my hand or lift me up. I like when someone offers me something- anything- their advice, to pay, their love, a hit. It’s a good feeling to be excited for the future and proud of your past. To speak to someone new and genuinely impress them. To leave something better than it was before. To be charming just by being yourself.
— Unknown (via dulcetdecember)(Source: californicology, via pushingupdaisies-)
