I’m sorry
what
I’ve decided to design a line of clothing, and I’m going to call it It Has Pockets. It’s going to be a line of simple dresses and skirts and every single one will have fucking pockets.
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She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via wordsnquotes)
Annabeth creeped slowly into cabin three, taking off her cap and placing it on top of the desk, shimmering into vision. She stalked to the only occupied bed in the room and plopped down.
"Percy." She called. He didn’t react. "Percy!" she whispered exasperatedly.
"Uhm?" he groaned.
"I can’t...
Percy tugged Annabeth’s sparkly grey stocking off the hook, a blue candy cane sticking out of the corner of his mouth. His stocking, filled with blue candy, was already overturned on the couch. “Here you go,” he said with a smirk, handing it to Annabeth, who wore an over-sized sweater and smelled...
Percabeth
- Annabeth: Percy?
- Percy: Yeah?
- Annabeth: I'm pregnant.
- Percy: .....
- Percy: .....
- Annabeth: Do you have nothing to say?
- Percy: So will it come out of your head or something?
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