Waiting For A Special Occasion

Tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts Will.” “iwouldn’t Go That Far,” Muttered Tessa.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

What Don't Kill Me... Had Better Start Running!

Hope Is Not An Illusion.

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade, And Then Throw It In The Face Of The Person Who Gave You The Lemons Until They Give You The Oranges You Originally Asked For.