Athenaschosenhuman - Call Me Athena

just imagined a flashback in tsats of just arrived to camp 10 year old nico ranting to bianca w glinting eyes about how cool that percy boy is

Goooood that feeling when you return to that artist you loved when you were like 11/12 and feel at home yet so different, and you can actually see how much they impacted and you aren’t into their music that much now but they’ll always have a place in your heart.

i caught him looking at me four times. how i wish i could be careless sometimes, to open up and smile

I just saw him and i runaway to the bathroom. I can’t be with someone, i have way to emotional and mind issues that i need to work on first, i also need to focus on college. I swear that if i ever see you after all of this is done im gonna smile to you.

i’ve been alone most of my life and still have the speaking skills of a 13 year old

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)

conversations between a full moon and a heavy heart

Percy Jackson but Hestia has a cabin. that is where the unclaimed go because she goddess of home and family. Demigods get claimed faster because when they show up Hestia glares at her siblings, nieces and nephews untill they claim them.

no thoughts, just... thinking about the way Ekko looks at Powder...

the worst thing in the world is doing things. the second worst thing in the world is not doing things. how has no one ever come up with a solution for this

Okayyyy, im reading y’all and yes. There were things that didn’t make sense, or that i liked (their first kiss being when nico was grieving, nico a little… not as he was in other books)

But it is a child’s book!!!!!! Of course there would be things like ??? But it was good

I hope 2023 is good to my mom