Mikaela

“I’ll have tea,” Clary said, realizing how long it had been since she had eaten or drunk anything. She felt as if she’d been running on pure adrenaline since she woke up. Jace succumbed. “All right. As long as it isn’t Earl Grey,” he added, wrinkling his fine-boned nose. “I hate bergamot.” Madame Dorothea cackled loudly and disappeared back through the bead curtain, leaving it swaying gently behind her. Clary raised an eyebrow at Jace. “You hate bergamot?” Jace had wandered over to the narrow bookshelf and was examining its contents. “You have a problem with that?” “You may be the only guy my age I’ve ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it’s in Earl Grey tea.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“You loved me. We were besties. I lend you my eye shadow. But someday all you'll be is someone I used to know. - Punk”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Have you given any thought to your wedding vows?” Kai snorted.

“Delete anything that has to do with love, respect, or joy, and I’ll sign on the dotted line.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cress

“I was watching a collection of vintage '80s cereal commercials when I paused to wonder why cereal manufacturers no longer included toy prizes inside every box. It was a tragedy, in my opinion. Another sign that civilization was going straight down the tubes.”
― Ernest Cline, Ready Player One