“What did they do?” My voice sounded tight and angry. “What did they do to my city?”

I pushed Michael Yew away from the binoculars and took a look.

In the streets below, traffic had stopped. Pedestrians were lying on the sidewalks, or curled up in doorways. There was no sign of violence, no wrecks, nothing like that. It was as if all the people in New York had simply decided to stop whatever they were doing and pass out.

The Last Olympian.

Your father built this for you

anakklusmos:

On the set of The Sea of Monsters

The Perks Of Being a Wallflower - poster remake

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.