Shadowhunters’ Gift Exchange:
Sebastian Morgenstern and Jace Herondale for morggenstern​

Sebastian just smiled. “I could hear your heart beating,” he said softly. “When you were watching me with Valentine. Did it bother you?” “That you seem to be dating my dad?” Jace shrugged. “You’re a little young for him, to be honest.” “What?” For the first time since Jace had met him, Sebastian seemed flabbergasted.


These are excerpts from Making Faces by Amy Harmon.

I think that im going to be in a writing escapade today, this book made me feel so much that i could hardly form coherent thoughts because it would branch from one point to another.

For the meantime, i would like to share some parts of the book that i loved. I was meaning to highlight every single word from it but i held myself back thinking that i might have to post an entire book for a blog entry, that would be tedious.

If your attention was caught by these excerpts, please don’t hesitate to pick up this book right about now. It might just affect you like what it did to me and maybe more.

<3 D


In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.


Besarla(lo), de eso se trata. Poner mis labios junto a los suyos,ya sabe,presionar y moverlos por veredas húmedas de saliva.
Besar sin mayores pretensiones ni objetivos.
Besar por el besar mismo; pero hacerlo, eso si, profundamente.
Besar hasta el cansancio.
Besar con la lengua y boca entera de largo y ancho.
Besar hasta que no queden líquidos entre nosotros,
hasta que me diga usted que ya.
Sólo si me lo pide le daré un breve descanso (muy breve) y luego besar,besar nuevamente. Con ímpetu.
Besos arrolladores, de esos que dan de qué hablar
y hacen que las personas se detengan a mirarnos en la calle.
Besar como en las canciones románticas: como si fuera la última vez.
Con mordidas dolorosas y dulces.
Hasta que los transeúntes digan basta.
Hasta los límites de la moralidad y unos pasos más adelante.
Besar con tanta indecencia que parezca un acto ilegal,criminal,primordial.

-Luis HUmberto Crosthwaite

-Aparta de mi este cáliz