She took a deep breath and looked up at him. Her eyes were full off uncertainty. An unfamiliar urge rose inside him: the urge to put his arms around her and tell her it was all right. He didn’t. In his experience, things were rarely all right.
—Cassandra Clare, City of Bones (via falsewings)
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