#olympusnet

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— 24. 6. 20. | “I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”

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— i am nobody; i have nothing to do with explosions | tulips, sylvia plath 

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— Lorde, Writer in the Dark

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rachel elizabeth dare;

I don't have to see the future to tell you what to do, now do I?

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annabeth chase;

Even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes.

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percy jackson;

“I’m fine!“ Percy yelled out as he ran by, followed by a giant screaming bloody murder.

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make me chose: achilles or patroclus | for @jesperllewellynfahey​

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

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literature aesthetics: pynch for @gryewaren​

“When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”