Category: Cassandra Clare
Also, I’m sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
My rapier wit hides my inner pain.
to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
I’m sorry. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.
Every time I think I’m missing a piece of me, you give it back.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
All knowledge hurts.
