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farah | female | asian

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.”

Nerd at heart. Not so good at communicating with organic life forms. Partially addicted to shows, books, running sideblogs, chocolate and sleep. Occasionally wastes time on Photoshop. And I will procrastinate messages like hell.

Currently reading: A Dance With Dragons

♦ Currently On Hiatus ♦

In the bed lay Jocelyn, asleep. She was on her back, one hand thrown carelessly across her chest, her hair spread across the pillow. She wore a sort of white nightdress Clary had never seen, and she was breathing regularly and quietly. In the piercing moonlight Clary could see the flutter of her mother’s eyelids as she dreamed. Silver manacles closed around Jocelyn’s wrists and feet, the ends of their chains sunk deep into the stone floor on either side of the bed. 

A week ago Clary would have cried as she had that first terrible night she had discovered her mother missing, cried and called out. But no tears came now, as she let her mother go and straightened up. There was no terror in her now, and no self-pity:only a bitter rage and a need to find the man who’d done this, the one responsible for all of it. 

(Source: epicfailsmakeusallblush)