TMI/TID Meme ❖ six characters: Will Herondale
2014 reads | The Madness Underneath (Shades of London #2) by Maureen Johnson
I’d blown out the dust and garbage out of my brain and I could think for once. I could smell the rain, heavy with iron. The cold woke me, but it didn’t sting. My breath puffed out in front of me in a great white plume, and I laughed. It was like I was breathing ghosts. I wasn’t in the land of long highways and big box stores and humid, endless summers. I was in London, a city of stone and rain and magic. And I was strong.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead."
In a smoke filled room with your father watching me-
there’s three doors and no keys///// It’s rising, it’s choking me
She was interested in going out and finding her own.
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
otps + favorite moments: rubiam
I closed what little distance was left between us, one hand sliding through his soft hair, the other gathering the back of his shirt into my fist. When my lips finally pressed against his, I felt something coil deep inside of me. There was nothing outside of him, not even the grating of cicadas, not even the gray-bodied trees. My heart thundered in my chest. More, more, more—a steady beat. His body relaxed under my hands, shuddering at my touch.
Breathing him in wasn’t enough, I wanted to inhale him.
The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.
I felt his fingers counting up my bare ribs. Liam shifted his legs around mine to draw me closer. I was off-balance on my toes; the world swaying dangerously under me as his lips traveled to my cheek, to my jaw, to where my pulse throbbed in my neck. He seemed so sure of himself, like he had already plotted out this course.
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
anonymous asked: TID
“I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that.
You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”
Catching fire; color palette. (x)