#wil

She knew that she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in. Having Cecily about was a joy for Will; Tessa could see that when they sat together before the fire, speaking Welsh softly, and his eyes glowed; he had even grown to like Gabriel and Gideon, and they were friends for him, though no one could be a friend as Jem had been. And of course, Charlotte's and Henry's love was as steadfast as ever. The wound would never go away... the haunted look faded from his eyes, she began to breathe more easily, knowing that look was not a mortal one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

–¿Piensas que hay una oportunidad para él? –¿Una oportunidad para quién? –Will Herondale. De que sea feliz. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

–Si Jem muere, no puedo estar con Tessa, –dijo Will. –Porque sería como si estuviera esperando a que muriera, o como si me diera alegría su muerte, si eso me permite tenerla. Y no seré esa persona. No obtendré beneficio de su muerte. Entonces, él debe vivir. –Bajó su brazo, con la manga manchada de sangre. –Es la única forma de que esto signifique algo. De otro modo es simplemente... –¿Algo sin sentido, dolor y sufrimiento innecesarios? No creo que ayude si te digo que ese es el modo en que es la vida. El bueno sufre, el malo florece, y todo lo que es mortal se muere. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

A blanket could be drenched in water, frozen, and then enjoyed like a giant cotton popsicle by prisoners of a gulag, who might consider this a tasty treat compared to what they normally eat. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A blanket could be used as a duvet, in the fight against elitism.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes-- ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #funny #ilona-andrews #the-edge #william

A blanket can be a statement—a generalization and truism covering a multitude of categories, like corruption, ineptitude, ignorance, arrogance, greed, and sloth—which would all fall under the blanket of “Politics.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A blanket and a brick could be put in a ring and paid to fight. Compared to MMA, it would be boring. But compared to boxing, it would be downright thrilling. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A brick could be affixed to each end of an axle, for an example of transportation in a pre-wheel society. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A brick is to a blanket, as the moon is to Sun Tzu. Fear my fearlessness!
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange