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I'm Czarina.

Old soul trapped in a young body.

The world is my stage and my cage.

Currently reading: Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare
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aiterno:

i may or may not reblog every picture of them at coachella… 

They’re perfect

I never reblog these type of pictures but damn, they are perfection. Can’t stop staring

What gods

omg can they just get married 

Can you imagine how hot their kids would be

Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.Erchomai, it said.I am coming.
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Untitled by cheers to karma on Flickr.
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