rozahathaways:

I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad shadowhunter. To love is to destroy. I believed that. And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how you’d walk into hell to save them. Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.

“There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then.”

Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the fire burnt hills
In the land of a billion lights

jemherondale:

He’d called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before.

❝Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?

her0ngray:

He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose.

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t even know how to use that-“

He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. “You’d learn.” He dropped his voice. “It’s in your blood.”

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Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then”

“You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.”

that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.

sanstarking:

Pulled from the papers, desperate and hardened;
Seeking a momentary fix.

“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.”

likechildreninafairytale:

His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him, and she was soft and pliant but surprisingly strong like no one else he’d ever held. His hands flattened against her back, pressing her against him, and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her. He flicked his tongue along her lips, opening her mouth under his, and she tasted salt and sweet like faerie water. He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.
I don’t know how to be without you.(x)