to have so many ghosts.

just a psa stating that i love ellie
more  than  anyone  else on the
entire   planet   don’t   mind  me.

valentinesxarrow:

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                     ❛     no, but that’s where most people
                   would put them if they were 
lying around.
                   just trying to be  helpful,  clary… ❜

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             ❛  i don’t think —— okay, fine.  but
             i’m not checking the trash because,
              really,   only you would do that.  ❜

valentinesxarrow:

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          ❛                    try the trashcan. 

                   ❛  this  is  why  i should  never
                   leave things where  you could
                   get to them.  
jace —— did you
                   seriously throw them out ?  ❜

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                 with her scarlet hair blowing out behind her in the wind,
                 clary  leads  herself  down  to  the  lake at  the bottom of a
                 steep hill.  idris  towers vast  in the  distance,   finding  this
                 seemingly  abandoned   spot   granted  clary   peace   and
                 quiet.   the most she has had in a long while.  a few steps
                 down  and  she sits  herself  down  on  the grass,  the  sun
                 warming her  head  and  toes  immediately.  for a  moment
                 she  thinks  to  go  search  for  her sketchbook  ;  but  now
                 that she’s here,  it doesn’t seem  too  much of a great idea.

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            acknowledgement  comes as a second delay
            as  she as her  own  battlefield  of   problems 
            sitting like vultures on her shoulders.  they’re 
            dead and it’s over, but still she can’t help but 
            wish for the things that could have been, and 
            as that dream  still lingers in tatters,  blinding 
            lights in  her  mind. a remembrance of  green 
            eyes and the fairchild manor ;  still even now 
                          she  tries to deny  it  all.  

                     ❛ what was that about coffee ? 

I found my home, it’s you. —(via yoursixwordstory)

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