A single rose left to remember, as a single tear falls from her eye
Another cold day in December, a year from the day she said goodbye
Seems it’s only been a moment, since the angels took him from her arms
And she was left there holding on to their tomorrow
But as they laid him in the ground, her heart would sing without a sound
shadowhunters looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234
We are Nephilim.
We believe in legends, in myths.
All the stories are true
“I imagine it must be so exciting to squeeze your finger here and watch something die over there.”
The first time Clary went to the Institute she was disgusted that Isabelle said that Jace what hot because she thought that Jace and Isabelle were brother and sister.