All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

Do Not Make The Mistake Of Believing That He Does Not Love You Because He Plays At Not Caring.

Declarations Of Love Amuse Me. Especially When Unrequited.

Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside.

She Had Fallen Asleep With Her Head On His Arm, The Clockwork Angel, Still Around Her Throat, Resting Against His Shoulder Just To The Left Of His Collarbone. As She Moved Away, The Clockwork Angel Slipped Free And She Saw To Her Surprise That Where It Had Lain Against His Skin It Had Left A Mark Behind, No Bigger Than A Shilling, In The Shape Of A Pale White Star.