liviablackthorn:

that, like the sound of Jem’s violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.

marleneblackinnon:

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name. You can have mine.

rhysfcyre:

You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth. (x)

rhysfcyre:

FAVORITE MOMENTS OF TID (1/∞) ⇒ A kiss that tastes like holy water and blood

Her whole body ached; she ached, as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside her. She was more conscious of Will than she had ever been of anything or anyone else in her life, of the faint shine of blue beneath his half-closed lids, of the shadow of light stubble across his jaw where he hadn’t shaved, of faint white scars that dotted the skin of his shoulders and throat—and more than anything else of his mouth, the crescent shape of it, the slight dent in the center of his bottom lip. When he leaned toward her and brushed his lips across hers, she reached for him as she would otherwise drown.

rhysfcyre:

“I don’t know what comes after death,” Jessamine said, “Tessa used to come and ask me too. She wanted to know where Will was.”

rhysfcyre:

With the hand that was not holding his, she touched his cheek, lightly. “We are the same.” Will’s eyes fluttered closed; she felt his lashes against her fingertips. When he spoke again, his voice was ragged but controlled. “Don’t say those things, Tessa. Don’t say them.”

“Why not?”

rosecallloway:

#tidappreciationweek17: day two ≡ favourite ship ½

“How—,” he said. “Does it come off?”
Tessa couldn’t help herself; despite everything, she giggled. “It laces,” she whispered. “In the back.” And she guided his hands around her until his fingers were on the strings of the corset. She shivered then, and not from cold but from the intimacy of the gesture.

bluesganseys:

The Infernal Devices Appreciation Week
↳ Day 2: Favorite Ship » Will Herondale & Tessa Gray

“I am catastrophically in love with you.”

trssagray:

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

dawncourt:

This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul.

happy second anniversary, @mavencalore! ♡

rosecallloway:

You are not the last dream of my soul.
You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

“They say you cannot love two people equally at once, and perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.”

dawncourt:

Will stopped glaring at Gabriel, and turned to Tessa. He looked at her and his face softened: the traces of the wild, broken boy he had been vanished, replaced with the expression often worn by the man he was now, who knew what it was to love and be loved.

happy birthday to my lovely malia, who can’t spell tessa’s last name and who was always there for me when i needed it the most. i love you to the moon and back, sweetie! ♡♡

alistairstheirinss:

I am catastrophically in love with you