Your voice is the soul of Paris.

"Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:

For   l o v e   is stong as  d e a t h.”

(Source: claryherondales)

Together, they stood in a line, watching the dark. Watching it move. A curtain of shadow, and beyond it the utter unknown. It was Alec who spoke, staring, awed, at the moving shadows. The air that blew down the corridor was stinging hot, like pepper thrown into the heart of a fire. “This,” he said, “is the craziest thing we’ve ever done.” “What if we can’t ever come back?” Isabelle said. The ruby around her neck was pulsing, glowing like a stoplight, illuminating her face. “Then at least we’ll be together.” Clary said, and looked around at her companions. She reached out and took Jace’s hand, and Simon’s hand on the other side of her, and held them tight. “We go through together, and on the other side we stay together,” she said, “all right?” None of them answered, but Isabelle took Simon’s other hand and Alec took Jace’s. They all stood for a moment, staring, Clary felt Jace’s hand tighten on hers, a nearly imperceptible pressure. They stepped forward and the shadows swallowed them up.

(Source: albisastris)


“You love me. Real or not real” I tell him “real

(Source: divergent-district2)

But I’ll take my chances, anyway.

But I’ll take my chances, anyway.

(Source: odairriere)

The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay.The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

(Source: charmspeakk)

When dead men and worse come hunting for us in the night, do you think it matters who sits on the Iron Throne?

(Source: elliasmartell)

A sound escapes me. The same combination of gasp and groan that comes from being submerged in water, deprived of oxygen to the point of pain. I push people aside until I am right in front of him, my hand resting on the screen. I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony of torture. There is nothing. Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness. His skin is glowing, flawless, in that full-body-polish way. His manner’s composed, serious. I can’t reconcile this image with the battered, bleeding boy who haunts my dreams.

(Source: mockingjay-lost)


(Source: peetababy, via peetababy)

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