dead girl walking

There’s no sunshine This impossible year Only black days and sky grey And clouds full of fear And storms full of sorrow That won’t disappear Just typhoons and monsoons This impossible year

There’s no good times This impossible year Just a beachfront of bad blood And a coast that’s unclear All the guests at the party They’re so insincere They just intrude and exclude This impossible year

                             I still don’t like you TOM.

                                                                QUEST: GIVEN.                                                               PEN: UNCAPPED.                                                             HELL: UNLEASHED.                               I AM FORCIBLY REMOVED FROM MY COMFORT ZONE.

      His name is PERCY JACKSON and he did NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS. Except for the part where he did. TWICE. If he never sees another prophecy in his LIFE he will be A-OKAY, he’s ready for a NAP, he’s ready to HUG HIS MOM and CATCH UP ON HIS SURFING, he’s ready to grace your dashboard with SHITPOSTS about GODS.