Traté De Matar Una Araña Con Spray Para Cabello. La Araña Sigue Viva, Pero Tiene Un Peinado HER-MO-SO.

Percival Darke bun please? I love your artwork!

She cried with a piercing voice,

                calling upon her father [Zeus], the son of Kronos, the highest and the best.

                But not one of the immortal ones, or of human mortals,

           heard her voice. Not even the olive trees which bear their splendid harvest.

Paul pls.

"Hades can't leave the Underworld"

This is me staring into space

"Hades was banished to the Underworld by Zeus/was tricked into ruling it by Zeus (and sometimes Poseidon as well)"

Now I am turning around and staring straight at you, sloooooooowly

"Hades hates everyone else and especially Zeus"

Puts my hand on your face, gentle-like

Look. Shut up. You are very, very wrong. Marinate in how wrong you are and stop talking for a bit.

Money spell! Reblog to charge it with your intent; the more people see it, the more powerful it becomes. Magic should be fun!

“17.6 The last will writen by hand by Richtofen

He didn’t make no mention about his private life or family

In my country they sell this ones lol

Krabby Patty Gummies

Electra drives me insane she's really like. This family tree is rotten and so I am rotten but the rot will end with me. And yes the father that lives in my memory is a fantasy and a stranger to the man that really lived but he's dead and every memory of the dead is a fantasy. And yes my father did horrible things but he did those things because he had to, I have to believe he did them because he had to. And maybe if he had lived, he would have loved me and I am so starved of love that I will beg for it from the graves of dead men. Yes this woman gave birth to me and shaped me into the wretched form I am today. No she is not my mother. Yes I hate her. No I can't remember a time when she didn't hate me. Yes I am desperate for her to love me. No I would rather die than do something to earn her love. No I am nothing like her. Yes I look into the mirror and see my mother, and I hate her, so I hate me. Yes I believe my brother remembers and loves me and will come and save me. No I don't know what he looks like or if he's still alive. Yes I love my brother unconditionally. No I don't really know my brother. Yes I know my brother intrinsically because he is the other half of my soul. No I don't believe he's coming. Yes I love him anyway because I am destined to love men who leave me behind in this house. This house that has been built on the bones of my murdered family, killed by my family, and their blood has poisoned the roots. Yes this house is my home. Yes this house hates me, and what does it mean when your home is also your prison? Yes I want to leave this house. No I will never leave this house. Yes this house has always been haunted. I am the thing that is haunting this house.

Basically, me every back to school day