icecream fiend

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

Everything is boring. All activity is meaningless. I understand why Sherlock Holmes did cocaine.

i feel like i do 25% of what an average person does in a day and still it's too much

hi have my rwrb christmas fic that gets notes almost every day for no reason

because we’re all going nuts anyway which (original) pjo book are you

thinking about the fact that annabeth read the great prophecy as a child and thus assumed percy was destined to die at sixteen from the moment she met him. and she loved him anyway. because that’s who annabeth is. the same way even the luke she knew was gone, she loved him anyway. and all that love is the reason she’s actually the defining character in the series — the one whose choices have the power to preserve or destroy olympus. and she saves it because every time, she chooses love.