A year ago, taylor swift wrote an album for the hopeless romantics, the lonely yearners, touch starved kids, the people who peaked in high school, single parents who gave all that they had, the ones who never got over their first love, those who live in a fantasy, grief stricken young people, the entire lgbtq+ community, mentally ill and misunderstood kids, fierce women who's souls are tired of being second to men, broken hearted divorcées, glamorous and beautiful ingénues who don't quite belong, sexy murderers, bisexual former gifted kids, teens who are terrified of getting older, people with unrequited crushes, cynical bitches who fell in love and for the dreamers, for us.
“Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.”
“I feel like it does,” Alex tells him. “I wanted to believe in some people being good and doing this job because they want to do good. Doing the right things most of the time and most things for the right reasons. I wanted to be the kind of person who believes in that.”
Henry’s hands move, brushing up to Alex’s shoulders, the dip of his throat, the underside of his jaw, and when Alex finally looks up, Henry’s eyes are soft and steady. “You still are. Because you still bloody care so much.” He leans down and presses a kiss into Alex’s hair. “And you are good. Most things are awful most of the time, but you’re good.”
~Rwarb
Clary Fairchild's favourite Taylor Swift song is Call it what you want because she too, trusts her lover like a brother :)
“Hello, Sam,” she breathed onto the river breeze.
“I miss you,” she said. “Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think—I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.” Her throat tightened. “I never told you—how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”
if this isn't the most painful eulogy and confession I've ever read.
Okay but when Nina Zenik said "She wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of." and when Eros said "Thanatos and I. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder.” and when Jace Herondale said " To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed." and when Jason Grace said "Love was the most savage monster of all." and when Taylor Swift said "And I scream for whatever it's worth, 'I love you' ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" and how the Song of Songs says “Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.”
“Did your wish come true?” // “I am not entirely certain yet.” // “You shall have to let me know,” Celia says. “I hope it does. I suppose in a way, I made the Wishing Tree for you.”
“I made a wish on this tree years ago,” Marco says // “What did you wish for?” Bailey asks, hoping it is not too forward a question // “I wished for her,” he says.
WILL I EVER RECOVER FROM THIS *SCREAMS*
“Senior year. And then life. Maybe that's the way it worked. High school was just a prologue to the real novel. Everybody got to write you -- but when you graduated, you got to write yourself. At graduation you got to collect your teacher's pens and your parents' pens and you got your own pen. And you could do all the writing. Yeah. Wouldn't that be sweet?”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.”
~Feyre Archeron
I just can't- how Henry knew he loved Alex all along and couldn't put it into words and so- they used other important figures' letters- like Hamilton and Eliza-*sobs profusely*
"You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness."
~Red, white and Royal Blue