no one here can love me or understand me

Liars + season 1

"What if we can’t ever come back?" Isabelle said. The ruby around her neck was pulsing, glowing like a stoplight, illuminating her face.

Then at least we’ll be together,” Clary said, and looked around at her companions. She reached out and took Jace’s hand, and Simon’s hand on the other side of her, and held them tight. “We go through together, and on the other side we stay together,” she said. “All right?”

None of them answered, but Isabelle took Simon’s other hand, and Alec took Jace’s. They all stood for a moment, staring. Clary felt Jace’s hand tighten on hers, a nearly imperceptible pressure.

They stepped forward, and the shadows swallowed them up.

– City of Heavenly Fire: Chapter 13, Cassandra Clare

It hurts to remember him. It hurts every part of me.

This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story.
Y o u  a r e  a l i v e, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear,

                                                      we are  i n f i n i t e .

make me chooseanonymous asked me
hazel grace lancaster or allison argent

biliusronald:

“Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent’s grave. As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.”

We’re back where we started. We’re always back where we started.

"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet."
— Unknown (via cinness)

Make me choose - Anonymous asked: Hufflepuff or Gryffindor?

maliastaste:

She’s gone.