What should we do next? Something good or something bad, or a bit of both?
Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.
♕ "Anha Khaleesi. Anha assok yera sekosshi."
- I am Khaleesi. I do command you.
“This is the s t a r t of how it all ever e n d s”
She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
I do, Augustus. I do.
"In all the years I’ve known him, there’s always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he’s always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there.” “Where’s that?” “Wherever you were, Clary.”
it’s a metaphor, you see; you put the textbook in front of you, but you don’t give it the power to actually teach you anything
all adults do is ask me about my plans for college like don’t you want to know what my favorite color is
I run, but it is my shadow. Chasing, devouring, polluting. It is the button that should never have been pushed, the door that shouldn’t have opened, the dried blood that couldn’t be washed away. It is the charred remains of buildings. The car hidden in the forest, waiting. It is the smoke.
It is the fire.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they’ll use to tell our story.