He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.”
“That is not the way to get them, Will,” she said softly. “You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.”
Omg it’s here!!
Damn, Tessa, you’re hot.
Why are you so pretty? Life is unfair…
The phrase: books instead of looks (or something) is so untrue.
Wait, what a revealing dress. THIS IS NOT VICTORIAN!
(rages) But don’t be fooled. I really adore the cover.
Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the ways you saw the world, its colours and textures and sounds, I felt - I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted -and then I realised that I truly just wanted you. The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.
There’s a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you’re around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound
Drumming Song | Florence + the Machine
(Source: thegraybook, via weareshadowhunters)