It’s An Orphaned Account Now If You’re Looking!

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

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

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

i love how humans love. how poems can be based off a single glance thrown to a stranger. how my mother will always have food at the table no matter how tired she is. how we looked at stars and decided that they're beautiful and should be named. how a child clings to his dads legs. how we hold each other to feel safe. how two friends laugh at absolutely nothing in particular. how you might think of someone while reading this. we are nothing if we cannot feel.

yes.

character who is doomed by the narrative but essentially responds to it by going "nuh uh"

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

this but 2023

time to waste the last month of 2013 on the internet

muse

My muse, my light, my art knows your shades as if it were its own

I will immortalize you in my world, through and through.

With my brushstrokes as sharp as your words, with my colors as bright as your hearts core.

If you ruin me, i will let you.

you wear damaged scars on the tip of your fingertips,

My eyes only regard them for how they fabricate you glow,

Your breath a phantom of the winds soft kiss,

As you break my heart, I will beg you to do it slow.

My lovely muse with the deepest water under the shore,

I will drown, deeper and deeper with a smile till all ends,

As the life falls out of my being onto your ocean floor,

My love knew no limits, i loved as soft as cotton tends.

My ever young light, you live forever in my art

I watch gladly, as you tear me apart.

“that’s just some dude” well i fuck with dudes. What do you want me to say

Whack-A-Mole