All Im Asking For Is A Good Life. Im A Simple Girl With Simple Needs. I Just Want To Live In A Small

Walker being casted as Percy is literally the best decision they did, i love that kid 😭💞

i have a whole day planned out for myself. art museum. second hand bookstore. barnes and nobles. poke.

i’m about to go feral on the streets i’m so excited

i’m at my bridge and i’m ready to burn it

currently...

Life is always better when everyone else is asleep so I can be a complete lunatic and not worry about getting caught

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

This world will never be enough for me. I'll never get to lead an army into battle and drink to our victory. I'm never gonna be the first wanderer to map the skies and lands of an unknown world. But, gods, will I try to. My mind is one of an explorer, a wild soul that cannot be tamed, but can be lost in books, music and poetry. A spirit that is kept alive thanks to the beauty of nature, whose eyes are filled with stars. Such a soul knows no death. I have roamed the Earth since the begging of time, searching for that spark of excitement that will ignite a fire. I have had millenia to adore what I am and what I've conquered and learned, but it will never be enough. I don't want it to be enough. An explorer with no places to go, or no hope to drive them, is dead. Thus, I have given myself to immortality.

Bruh there's something comforting in knowing that no matter what I do or where I am, some part of me is always back here or back there with those characters and those stories that changed me, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in fundamental ways. And I know it's not real, but it's nice to imagine, to feel, that no matter what's going on with me, somewhere out there teenage boys in armor are chasing things that go bump in the night and two kids are experiencing a love story on the streets of New York and princesses and kings are sleeping underground while a group of friends are becoming family, orange cars are driving the streets, Spiderman is off to school, horses are being raised and raced by another love story on a faraway Celtic isle, and adventures are happening even if I'm not there to see them. But man is my heart out there with them

someone tell the grandma to put the sword down

dear author of my life,

respectively, what the actual fuck

I'm once again fighting the urge to fake my death and move to a small city and open a little florist shop or cafe filled with books