hitmewith—lightning:

My friend has a Camp Half Blood t-shirt. He wore it to school today.

(Source: drumming-songs)

I hate how Rick Riordan manages to outdo himself every time. Here I am done with the sin of Neptune and am now officially broken. He created this world and universe where I feel whole and complete and then it has to end. Te book ends and I will never get to to actually go there. I refuse t believe it doesn’t exist, I refuse to believe my home is make belief. I want to o there. I want to wake up for cabin inspections jab in throwing and archery classes. I hate the fact that I will never walk Half blood hill. I hate that I’ll never see Chiron. I hate that i’ll never get claimed and join my Cabin mates. I hate that I’m stuck in this place where no one gets me and I don’t belong, knowing that my soul is trapped behind the magical boundaries of camp half blood and that it will never rejoin this body. My soul and mind are happily resting in that beautiful haven and my body just humbly wanders the mortal world. I wish Athena or Poseidon or just anyone really would claim me, even the faintest trace of godly essence in my blood would be enough. I want to be with them. In my head they’re my family. I talk to them all the time. I silently pray to them. Nt in a worship way, but more in a conversational way. I know I make no sense, and it’s ridiculous to even say this aloud,it’s true and I’m just tired of being divided between the world I hate, the material world and the magical world where my soul dwells.

Sorry for the rambling. I really am, and I hope you skipped over this text post, but I just had to spill the guts.