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She shoots me the signature Rose Calloway glare-the one that looks like she's two seconds from eating your soul. glower back, but internally, I want to run the fuck away. don't know how Connor smiles when she looks at him like that. She's not bluffing. I bet she eats the hearts of every womanizer for the hell of it.

Rose tu si a vita mij

"I'm remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I'd remarry you a hundred times until it stuck."
I pinch my eyes again. "Yeah?”
"Yeah.”
"Even if I make you miserable?"
There's a long pause before he murmurs, "You don't make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.”
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THE THERAPY HAS STARTED!!! this is giving me life 💆🏻‍♀️🧘‍♀️

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He kisses the top of my head and then whispers, "I love you Lil.”
We say the words all the time, but the power has not been lost. They mean more to me than he'll know. Because at the end of the day, this type of love is different. Our I love yous encompass years of heartache, of hurt, of laughter and pain.
And every time we say the words, I feel the rush of our childhood. I couldn't imagine ever losing that.

ryke ti amo maronn facciamo una throuple con connor VI PREGO
the hottest men can do is being smart and honest

connor io già ti amo ABBIAMM

Poseidon called. "Honor guard!"
Immediately the Cyclopes came forward and made two lines from the thrones to the door— an aisle for me to walk through. They came to attention.
"All hail, Perseus Jackson." Tyson said. "Hero of Olympus… and my big brother!"
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Then she did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms.
stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into a mosh pit.
'Hey, it's... it's okay. I patted her back.
was aware of everything in the room. I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth's hair smelled like lemon soap. She was shivering.
SCLERO MALE

I prayed to Daddy for help. Soon the people at Meri-wether found me. Met you. Biggest blessing ever. Sorry I said Poseidon was mean. He sent me a brother.

“We owe our lives to Tyson, Percy's …”
"Brother!" I said, loud enough for everybody to hear. "Tyson, my baby brother.”
Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek. The roaring got a lot louder after that.

TYSON MY HEART MY BABY

They stay like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air. Sometimes, James wonders how it's possible that he's always loved Sirius this desperately and yet he never fell in love with him. Then, he wonders whether he did, maybe, and just kept going, kept falling until their relationship went so far past romantic or platonic it's on a plane of its own.
It doesn't matter to James.

One lazy eye slitted open, sparkling with amusement. "I like you possessive, lyri.”

da oggi chiamatemi lyri (leonessa) idc septimus l’ha detto a me per quanto mi riguarda

"I'm so angry. Kyrene," he breathed. "And I should be angry at you. I know it, just as I know you. I know that you've wanted to cut out my heart from the first minute we met. Well, you've gotten your wish. You have it, and I don't even mind. My chest is wide open, and all I want to do is lick the blood from your fingers and offer you more.”

MINE

chiamare Srana YOU COPPER CUNT mado kyrene io ti amo you’re such a depressed crazy badass

“You asked me who I was, and-it was like
the answer came out of nowhere. Sometimes it feels like I didn't even exist before that. Like you invented me.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I adjust my position in my seat, pulling my knees into my chest. "I'm not smart enough to have invented you. No one's that smart."
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quella faccia di cazzo incel schifoso di benji mo deve essere umiliato e schiattare cortesemente

"Why do we do these things to ourselves?
"The answer is rather simple. The gargoyle said. "When you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. When you do the wrong thing for the right reason, everyone does, even though what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you're living in.
And no one says they need recognition or praise or love, but we all hunger for it. We all want to be special.

People who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all.

It's hard to see who I am when I am lost in what's expected of me.