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Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.(Source: weliveandbreathewords, via yasimon)
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It would be best for everyone if I were dead…
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Caroline Forbes| Outfits
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Cy Twombly - Scenes from an Ideal Marriage (1986) - Acrylic and pencil on paper
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I’m one hundred and sixty-two years old and I’m going to a homecoming dance. I need better ties.
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“It’s ridiculous, because I don’t think of myself as a star. I saw this guy recently who’s not even that famous, he’s just in an ad on TV, and I almost had a heart attack.”
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100 DAYS UNTIL THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS: CITY OF BONES(Source: clarissafrayes, via tmisource)
