You can be anywhere your imagination can bring you to if you just believe you can...

“Camille said something to me in the Sanctuary. She said that Shadowhunters didn’t care about Downworlders, just used them. She said the Nephilim would never do for me what I did for them. But you did. You came for me. You came for me.”

“Camille said something to me in the Sanctuary. She said that Shadowhunters didn’t care about Downworlders, just used them. She said the Nephilim would never do for me what I did for them. But you did. You came for me. You came for me.”

(via simoncarstair)

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2 months ago

I belong to me.

I belong to me.

(Source: saxonss)

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20
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2 months ago

My mind keeps saying,run as fast as you can

My mind keeps saying,
run as fast as you can

(Source: maellartach, via bookwormeternally)

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412
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2 months ago

“You chose us. Now we have to choose you.” – Dauntless

(via dauntlessshadowhuntress)

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464
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2 months ago

warriorsoftheangel:

He was a warrior. He could be nothing else.

(via dauntlessshadowhuntress)

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698
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2 months ago

The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

(Source: mutedlikesunset, via the-games-have-only-just-begun)

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1089
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2 months ago

omijesus:

Shadowhunter Tarot images released so far.

I effing love these things!

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3 months ago
Will:By the Angel, it’s like the ninth circle of Hell down here.
Tessa:The ninth circle of Hell is cold.
Will:What?
Tessa:In the Inferno, hell is cold. It’s covered in ice.
Will:Give me the witchlight. The stone. Give me the stone. As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray, let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.
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3 months ago
willmorgenstern:



Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious.


requested by broken—melody

willmorgenstern:

Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious.

requested by broken—melody

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3 months ago

London, April 1878 
“Jem! Where are you? Did you see that? Killed it with one blow! Not bad, eh?” “Jem Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?”

London, April 1878 

“Jem! Where are you? Did you see that? Killed it with one blow! Not bad, eh?” “Jem Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?”

(Source: clockworkedprincess)

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3 months ago