"It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.” - CP
in the future
future child: mom, i found this book in the basement
me: what's it called?
future child: city of bones
me: jace, go get alec, clary, simon, and izzy. i need to tell you guys a story