we live and breathe words

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.” 
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
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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
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We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”

people think they are masters of the universe because they’ve conquered the skies, and the seas, and the heavens. because they can kill with the press of a button and speak to anyone else on the planet, anytime they like. but there are things older and wiser than humanity. things more powerful and significant. love, and loss, and birth. they’re more than just words. they’re inalienable truths, in the most powerful sense of the word.
—  menagerie, rachel vincent
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
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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.

  • 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
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

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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! ♡