it’s the 50th anniversary
it’s very dramatic
john hurt turns to the camera
‘in a land of myth and a time of magic’
This guy at my school shows up every day with like a fake wolf tail clipped to his back belt loop, and I always see him running from class to class and jumping over things and he looks so happy to exist and sometimes he brings a lil wolf puppet with him and he makes it run along next to him on the strings
I’m just like u go wolf kid live ur dreams
“Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do.”
“Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?”
“Two people. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”
i’m just gonna sit here and cry
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
“I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before,but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.