But you’re not weak.
You’re exciting. You’re limitless, as far as your imagination goes.
I think some parts of you are fragile but every other part is full of more than this world is capable of handling and that’s why you feel trapped because you can’t do everything you need to do.
You’re too alive for the place you live in.
So it drags you down and you feel like you’re not strong.
But I’ve never looked at you and saw someone who wasn’t able of holding herself together no matter how many times she falls apart.
Alec sighed. “Sorry to wreck your vision of our happy family. I know you want to think Dad’s fine with me being gay, but he’s not.”
“But if you don’t tell me when people say things like that to you, or do things to hurt you, then how can I help you?” Simon could feel Isabelle’s agitation vibrating through her body. “How can I—”
“Iz,” Alec said tiredly. “It’s not like it’s one big bad thing. It’s a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or if it’s because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now.” He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec’s. “It’s not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It’s a million little paper cuts every day.”
Probably one of the realest descriptions I’ve ever read of homophobia from Cassandra Clare’s City of Lost Souls