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I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.- Shatter Me




does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things

sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder




Aren’t these gorgeous? Cassandra Jean and I got talking about the language of flowers and how every flower has a meaning. She’s started drawing each character with flowers I’ve picked to represent them — here’s Clary with violets, Jocelyn with day lilies, and Sebastian with monkshood.

You may not know of my love for the Language of Flowers. But now you do!

Okay so it’s your birthday tomorrow,(or rather today considering when it’s being posted) and though I cannot bring you balloon I write heartfelt shit on blog to make it up. I bring you balloon later and maybe even crown we see. But you crazy bitch the shit I can say. One day your gonna get punched because of your impulsive tendency to blurt out things you hear. But I will be there laughing at you so you know you won’t be in pain too long but then again your Jesus right? What’s alittle pain. I plan on getting my shit together so next year we can sit up front and annoy the shit out of the bus driver giggling about port-a-potty entrance to the American Ministry of Magic. And also if you cut back on the cussing, that’s all good I’ll cuss enough for the both of us. And yes you are a funny Simon but that’s mostly because your fucking insane but hey it seems insane people tend to band together because your friends with my crazy ass or maybe it’s me whose friends with yours? Whichever we should probably be medicated. All well. And you said I wasn’t nice? Bitch why else would I write you this lovely birthday letter in my blog? Now this isn’t a public declaration of Love because you know my heart lies about 60 other places but it is a a very Lovely gesture from yours truly. I almost forgot to do this but that doesn’t matter. In the years to come you’ll probably get me to read your strange fanfiction and listen you your disturbing stories(fucking Shrek really) and I feel like we have a very strange and probably reckless thing going in here and we will probably scare slot of people and worry all the rest. But again who gives a fuck. They can seriously fuck off because I’ve accepted my insanity they need to except it’s out there. But happy birthday I’m sure the Harold Angels are singing rapture songs in their debatable realm of heavenly goodness. And we have much more honor code breaking to consider over the course if the next four years. You’re not sorry I put up with you but I’m like fuck it why not, we’re good friends. Too cool to mingle with mere mortal and peasants.
xoxo,(this started out as a lovely birthday letter then went to hell)