What I Learned During One Year Of Online School, And What Another Year May Look Like

"The chimera is the demi-god killer. Someone has to stay back to slow her down and buy everyone some time."

the love when you say you are full but your mom serves a little bit more food on your plate, the love when you compliment a classmate that you don't interact with much and their eyes light up, the love when someone has drawn you or written you some poems but are too shy to show them to you, the love when you wake up too early and everything's quite and only the birds have begun to sing, the love when a loved one hugs you and doesn't let go, the love when someone says that they're proud of you, the love when you accidentally brush the arm of that special someone and both of you blush, the love when you give a stranger a smile on the bus, on the train, on the subway, and they smile back, the love when you remember a cherished but long forgotten memory, the love when someone buys you a leather-back copy to write in because they remembered you are a poet, the love when you feed a street dog once and then they wag their tail every time they see you, the love when you give some food or money to a homeless person and their eyes say nothing but gratitude. that kind of love? the world really depends on it.

Percy: my dad's such a dick such a deadbeat I hate him

Poseidon: can you tell my kid I love him and I'm very sorry and also save his life

Poseidon: but don't tell him he can breathe underwater except very cryptically

Poseidon: yell at him to breathe a few times

Poseidon: that ought to work

the weird thing about growing apart from friends is that you can never fully be rid of them. i don't think once about the girl i promised to never lose contact with for weeks at a time but whenever i see a certain book series i'll think about how much she loved it. i haven't talked to my old friends from camp in months but i'll never not like their pictures when they come up on my feed, and i'll never not like the friends themselves either. and it stings a bit when a boy i used to talk to for hours doesn't say hi to me when i see him in the cafeteria but whenever i see a supermarket cake i'll remember the time in middle school when i brought one to school for his birthday and he ate three slices and told me it was the best cake he'd ever had. you can pull away from friends but never fully break apart. the process of growing apart has a beginning but never an end

I got four A grades. That's the highest you can get at AS level.

I expected to be happy about it. I expected to be jumping up and down and crying from joy.

But I didn't feel any of that. It just wasn't disappointment.

Oh fuck I felt this

genuinely stunned at the fantastic choice for Percy not to pray to his absent and unknown father—like he did in the books—but to his mother.

the show is really taking us to one of riordan’s central theses straight off the bat.

parenthood isn’t about power and legacy and the recognition of shared blood.

It’s about the incredible act of showing up for your child—again and again and a-fucking-gain. That’s how you inspire respect. That’s how you become a child’s patron and beloved god.

the indian experience

*making pancakes*

*adds sugar and vanilla essence*

ancestor: NO! you foolish girl! WHY did you put the sugar in the dosa!! you made it SWEET! QUICK ADD SOME CHILLI POWDER AND CURRY LEAVES MAYBE WE CAN STILL SALVAGE THAT DOSA!

*mutters* sweet dosa it seems

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about

literally my favorite type of tweet