otp: we live and breathe words

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And Will, who had words for every occasion, opened his mouth and closed it on silence, and instead reached for her to pull her against him. Her wrap fell onto the stairs, but his arms were warm around her, and his mouth hot against hers as he slanted his head down to kiss her. He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

                                                         december 25th, 1878                                                            

We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
—  Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.

Always in these friendships
one serves the other, one is less than the other:
the hierarchy
is always apparent, though the legends
cannot be trusted-
their source is the survivor,
the one who has been abandoned.


What were the Greek ships on fire
compared to this loss?


In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw


he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved
the part that was normal.

—  the triumph of achilles, by louise gluck
  • Will: You and I, Tess, we're alike. We live and breathe words.
  • Me: Will Herondale was saved by books.
  • Me: Will Herondale lives and breathes words.
  • Me: Therefore Will Herondale understands me.
  • Me: I live and breathe words and books have saved me and asdfghjkl YOU AND I, WILL, WE'RE ALIKE
  • Me: *sobs uncontrollably* CASSIE WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME
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ya lit meme: (1/8) otps » tessa gray and will herondale, the infernal devices

He could not help remembering when he had told Tessa that Boadicea proved that women could be warriors too. He had not told her then that he had read her letters, that he already loved the warrior soul in her, hidden behind those quiet gray eyes.

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This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul.

happy second anniversary, @mavencalore! ♡

We live and breathe words.

You know if you think about it, it’s kind of ridiculous how much of an impact books have on us.

I mean a book is technically just a stack of paper.
With words printed on each page.
That’s all it is.

Yet they have the power to pull us into a different world. A world where everything is possible. We experience things we can’t anywhere else. Beautiful, magical things. And that simple stack of paper becomes a part of us. 

Something we can’t ever erase.

15:38, 29-11-15

I think it’s beautiful how words can have such a huge impact on people. Tiny markings can make or break us. They tell us stories and hopes and dreams and the way someone’s mind works.

I think words are what made me who I am today. I read in a book once, we live and breathe words, and I keep thinking how that couldn’t be more right. I live my life withing the pages of books and the lyrics of songs and the verses of poetry that fill my mind. I live my life through art, and these are what make up my favourite pieces of art.

And I think anyone who reads books will understand that quote about readers living a thousand lives, because we have. We’ve seen heroes and villains and love and loss and hope and demise and trust and betrayal in a million different ways from a million different perspectives. We’ve fallen in love with beings made entirely of w o r d s. We followed their stories and rejoiced in their successes and cried though their losses.

I think words are

m a g i c ~

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We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

It's not "just a book"...
  • Me: *trying to explain what the hell I'm feeling over the ending of CP2 and the turmoil stirring between our overjoyed and heart-broken halves of the fandom*
  • Mom: Don't worry you guys will get over it. Another book will come along..
  • Me: ... *walks out of the room*
  • Mom: Where are you going?
  • Me: *thinking* even I wouldn't be bold enough to ask that question after what you just said..