He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first before I showed them. To write poetry for you-“
“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching, a half laugh of relief.
“No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”
-Jem and Tessa, Clockwork Prince
(via infernaldarkinstruments)
My name is Herondale, William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it? Do you often sleep tied to the bed?
—Will Herondale to Tessa Gray, Clockwork Angel (via infernalmortalquotes)
(via injacesandwillspants)
(Source: jesspace, via lovin-pink-for-life)
Romance and Sex Questions in an Airport [x]
(via feelin-alright)
lol isn’t it the worst
like
THE.
FUCKING.
WORST.
when you’re driving
and the asshole in the passenger seat as the audacity to say
“yeah, uh. the light’s green”
a second after the light changes
THE SECOND YOU’RE SWITCHING FROM YOUR BREAK TO THE GASMOTHERFUCKER I KNOW THE LIGHT’S GREEN CAN YOU GIVE ME A GODDAMN SECOND.
(via lovin-pink-for-life)
magnusandhisinfernalinstruments:
I don’t know, I get all sorts of feels whenever I think of Jem.
Like, everything hurts.
It hurts a lot.
(via infernaldarkinstruments)
