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Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs

I should probably clarify to nice people who care about me.

1. I am not feeling depressed. 

2. I just had a really scary nightmare. No one in my family is hurt/injured/dead, I just had a very scary nightmare for the first time in a really long time that was a bit too realistic. Not a big deal. 

3. I am super tired from over working and traveling. 

4. I am doing a lot of hard work dealing with humanitarian issues and when I am tired/freaked out, I tend to get a bit sensitive about issues. 

5. I am just normally a tad bit melodramatic. 

6. I will be getting more sleep as soon as possible.

7. Nightmares happen, its cool. 

Love you all. seriously. 

GPOY.

(Source: keelyworld)

"

“Very slowly using two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water.

Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war!”

Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation.

"You other two…" He pointed his blade a Hazel and Piper. "Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus—"

All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger.

"You dropped this," he said, totally poker-faced.”

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- Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena (via james-pttr)

(Source: cpt-tightpants, via romanitas)

(Source: 70years, via jeliyfish)

offbeatchina:

A Chinese middle school history teacher draws a world map on blackboard in mins

(via wanweird-of-an-argonaut)

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

(Source: transtofuscramble, via theeyesinthenight)

pridefulvanity:

next time someone tells you Muslim countries oppress women, let them know Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers and 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female but the US has yet to even have a female vice president and can’t say “vagina” when discussing female reproductive rights

(Source: la-rinascente, via bumblebeebanshee)

synchronizedlameness:

why doesn’t anyone talk about that one time Percy said Annabeth looked hot and intimidating like a barbarian princess

I have lived most of my life surrounded by my enemies. I would be grateful to die among my friends.

(Source: iamnevertheone, via okayophelia)