#mon

I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jordan-kyle #simon-lewis #dating

Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.” Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon #dating

So why were you with her?” “She was my assignment.” “From The Eye?” “No, from the Boy Scouts. That Witch Dating badge just kept eluding me.” “Well, you must have at least three Total Douchebag badges by now, so that has to count for something. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #rachel-hawkins #dating

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#death #edward-fairfax-rochester #honeymoon #jane-eyre #life

Simon!" The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. "Simon!" The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. "Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window!" Simon jumped to his feet. he doubted his mind would conjure that up. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-and-clary #death

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels ↗

— Henri Michaux

#demons #religion #death

Someone told me sleep was the cousin of death and followin’ the dollar finds nothin’ but stress. ↗

— Mac Miller

#stress #death

There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#going-postal #greed #life #money #philosophy-religion

The voice was Clary's. He would know it from anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he'd most loved during his life to carry him through the process of death. "Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death

I'm Allen Walker!" My life....is over...I'm going to die.... ↗

— Katsura Hoshino

#angst #death #die #horror #humor