I Thought I’d…..

I Thought I’d…

“I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,” he grunted, “It relaxes me.”
“It does? Oh – you’re being sarcastic. That’s a good sign probably.”
―Cassandra Clare

*This would be much funnier if I hadn’t spent most of the day in bed yesterday feeling exactly like this. Better still, if it had gone away. I swear there’s a knife or two in my back, so if you’d kindly remove either of them, that would be fantastic.*

We Live And Bre…

We Live And Breathe Words…

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.” ―Cassandra Clare

Whatever You Ar…

Whatever You Are…

“Whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy–all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” ―Cassandra Clare

Fierce Girls……

Fierce Girls…

“Isabelle, with her electrum whip, boots, and knives would chop down anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of their remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.” ―Cassandra Clare

*This one is dedicated to Britt. I don’t care what assholes have been telling you, you are fierce and fabulous. Any man with 3/4’s of a brain will know not to walk away or be a douche bag. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just jealous of you speaking your truth. Be you. Fuck ’em all!!*