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i’ve moved to @grantgustn

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i’ve moved to @grantgustn

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i’ve moved to @grantgustn

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i’ve moved to @grantgustn

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maybe we can be each other’s company

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My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

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“I’m getting us to the beach. I fight better near water.” “Becuase Posiedon?” Meg asked, steadying herself against the door handle. “Yep,” Percy agreed. “That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Posiedon.” // THE TRIALS OF APOLLO 

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if i were a drink i’d be cherry vanilla coke

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2016 Looks™: 5/?

bonus:

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The most obvious hint that I am getting old is I can no longer handle the brightness of any type of laptop TV or phone screen, my shit be on zero. Brightness all the way down. It’s not lit, it’s dim my guy

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Yes, I met your doppelganger. She’s a cold hearted ice queen named Killer Frost. A meta human who enjoyed killing a lot.