Pistols at dawn Tom, pistols at dawn….

I may be a prick at times but I am your prick and I create golden children none the less. ⁂

“What? Am I suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married…?”

His voice tightened. “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching?

No thanks, I’ll accept the challenge to the death if needed.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass



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