Hi

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE PJO!!! BECAUSE I DO, I LOVE IT.

 “ Sometimes a thing gets broken, and when you rebuild it, its stonger for it, you know? A lotta things are like that. You put a sword in a steel forge, you gotta beat the hell outta that thing to get it nice and hard and sharp, you know? Breaking things isn’t bad. ”

- Brennan Lee Mulligan

There are kind people in the world

There are people who would care for you

There are people who would love you without expecting you to suffer for it

There are people who would be your friend. Good friends, who don't want you to hurt

There is more to the world than the cruelty you were force-fed

I promise you

It’s an orphaned account now if you’re looking!

but here’s a link to her fix on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2154957

Here’s the fanfiction dot net account

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3609010/MaydayParade8123

hope that helps xx

no because i dont think you understand the absolute god maydayparade8123 is to pjo fanfiction

If rick's not a pussy he'll make percy kill a god in the next book

no because i dont think you understand the absolute god maydayparade8123 is to pjo fanfiction

Reminder that things can change. Reminder that things can get better. Reminder that just because things are the way they are now, that doesn't mean they have to be that way forever.

It's not set in stone.

the color purple

It was the way you saw me, like I was a cherry a day too ripe, the bruise you got while scraping your knee from when you were five ( it hasn’t left, it never will ) , the color my eyelids saw when they were mourning the loss of never being known by you,  how you imagine jellyfish to look like ( don’t touch it, don’t touch it )

I touch it, I am consumed, I transform. I did not drown, I chose to break the dominion.

A spare gravestone, I fall  on it. It’s blurry ( the death of reappropriation )  the absurd moth you saw from your window sill , the act of letting it linger for far too long, a written letter that your mother tore out of anger, a wounded deer that won’t let anyone touch her ( stay away ) ( but it’s calling to me ) (or do you want to be called out to )

Sickly smooth, easy to touch. Soap covered hands, I bring them to my eyes, they sting. ( I thought it wouldn’t, not to this extent

But it is also feeling jealousy for the first time, it is also smelling burnt popcorn that my best friend made, I laugh ; it’s soft , it is okay

11:19

so im royally fucked; love is funny

there’s this guy, he’s in my class and sits across from me. I accidentally hurt myself by dropping a table on myself and he picked it up and asked me if i was okay. And god i think that did it, always liked to stare at you but you went ahead and did that. i think that was the moment i knew i’d fall for you somehow. Now i notice everything, how you have the prettiest mole on the back of your neck, how loyal you are to your friends, how incredibly good you are at math, how you’re kind of a dork, how you like b99 so much, how you laugh at the stupidest things, how you always have a homemade lunch that you always end up giving to others rather than having it yourself, how you whisper the answer to the person beside you if they weren’t paying attention, how all your playlists have cute hand drawn covers. You don’t like me, not like that. I know, but i dont think i regret it for even a second admiring you. And so what if i’ll never be able to be with you, you smile at me and talk to me sometimes; i once(multiple times) ranted to my bestfriend when our hands accidentally touched. Im in love with you, and if i cant have your love im fine with having to have met you in this life.