i was never jealous of barbie’s body
i was jealous of all the shit she had and that fucking mansion and her pimp ass car and her hot boyfriend
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
So my family stayed at my aunt’s beach house last weekend and
a Harry Potter-themed
in the cupboard under the stairs
I need this. I NEED THIS
WARNING: TMI & TID SPOILERS
I’m so itching now to reblog and fangirl and fangirl about The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices like, God. I read TDI a few months ago and I still yet have to fangirl about it. It literally blew me apart. Okay figuratively, but it’s just…. Ugh. So good. So, so good. I STILL CANNOT FORGET ABOUT IT!!!
And now TMI. I am now reading the fifth book, City of Lost Souls, and TID references are literally blowing me apart again!!!!! I just can’t.. can’t.. take it!!! The feels come rushing back to me!!! IT’S CRAZY!! IT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY! Just a phrase or two about TID and I can’t breathe anymore. Alec’s insecurity of Will Herondale, when I suppose he is his great great uncle because he is the great great great grandson of Cecily (I still haven’t looked on the Shadowhunter family tree or something), Magnus Bane and Camille Belcourt’s meeting, when Clary saw “a pendant in the shape of an angel whose wings were clockwork cogs and gears” in the Institute library collection, when Clary asked Jocelyn who the female warlock was on her protection ritual, and of course, fucking BROTHER ZACHARIAH WHO WANTED TO SAVE THE LAST OF THE HERONDALE BLOODLINE!!!! WHAT THE EF CASSANDRA CLARE YOU SHOULDN’T BE THIS GOOD YOU SHOULDN’T BE THIS ADEPT IN WRECKING PEOPLE’S LIVES AND FEELINGS WITH YOUR BOOKS!!!
God, I want to marry your books.
I’m crying now.
I just have to write this because I really can’t take it anymore, not when I’m still banning myself from searching TMI and TID tags until I finish the TMI series BECAUSE I DESPISE SPOILERS.
Now I’m having a deja vu, like I’m meant to have my life destroyed by books or something.
"Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain."
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via thatkindofwoman)
do you ever get sad that you’ll never be able to touch a fictional character
Aggh why do you have to point this out :(