- {our souls are knit}
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” ―Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel.
And he did not know if he could ever get him back.
Just a scribble of Jem, because I cannot get his words out of my head.
Translation: “In this world, I love you the most.”
(Edit: wow, thank you everyone who liked/reblogged this! ;u;)
“If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”
nǐ hěn piào liàng.
- 柯建鳴 (kē jiàn míng)
“He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.”
— Cassandra Clare
Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. “Better it were my hands,” he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. “No. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?”
Will, Jem and Tessa from the Infernal Devices
marker + ink
