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Reblog if you have touched Jace’s mango

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"I don’t think I’ve seen one of those that wasn’t already cut up. I like mangoes."

— Jace Wayland, City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare (via beautifulinside-andout)

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"Jace rolled his eyes. “It’s fascinating,” he said. “You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense."

— Jace Wayland; The Mortal Instruments, City of Fallen Angels (by Cassandra Clare)

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"He moved toward her, almost tripping over his feet-Jace, who never stumbled, never tripped over anything, never made an ungraceful move. His hands came to cup her face; she felt the warmth of his fingertips, millimetres away from her skin; she knew she ought to pull away, but stood frozen, staring up at him. “You don’t understand,” he said. His voice shook. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I didn’t think I could. I thought-the way I grew up-my father-“
“To love is to destroy,” she said numbly. “I remember.”
“I thought that part of my heart was broken,” he said, and there was a look on his face as he spoke as if he were surprised to hear himself saying these words, saying my heart. “Forever. But you-“
“Jace. Don’t.” She reached up and covered his hand with hears, folding his fingers into her own. “It’s pointless.”
“That’s not true.” There was desperation in his voice. “If we both feel the same way-“
“It doesn’t matter what we feel. There’s nothing we can do.” She heard her voice as if a stranger were speaking: Remote, miserable. “Where would we go to be together? How could we live?”
“We could keep it a secret.”
“People would find out. And I don’t want to lie to my family, do you?”
His reply was bitter, “what family?"

— City of Ashes.

(via little-dhampirr)

Excuse my rude outburst, but City of Glass gives me all the feelings.