My Stories
Waking up from a book is like rising from the ashes. It's not all flames and glory like most stories would have you believe. You emerged from the pile, covered in a grime of your tears, sweat and pure emotion. It coats your skin, burrowing in miniscule crevices, stimulating nerve endings you never knew existed until a story touches you in such a way that both burns and releases you.
My reaction to Magnus

malec-is-my-otp:

I was like this:

But then i remember the end of CoLS:

EMOTIONAL OVERLOAD:

NO. STOP. WE ALL KNOW THAT P.511 WAS A MAJOR MISPRINT AND NEVER. EVER. EVER. HAPPENED.

LET MY FANTASIES LIVE!

wahhhh