Currently In My Bed, Reading The Chalice Of The Gods (because The Pjo Brainrot Has Taken Over Me Once

Currently in my bed, reading the chalice of the gods (because the pjo brainrot has taken over me once again) while my sister watches the Percy Jackson series next to me.

Things are good.

(in the other room my younger brother is watching the pjo movies but we don't talk about that)

I'm fine and totally normal 😊 ( <- is so obsessed with hazbin hotel that anything she makes is heaven and hell coded)

proof :

Anyone ever just stop and think about how numbers are steady, consistent and predictable for Neil and how Andrew uses percentages to show Neil that he's having a feeling, so Neil can rely on the numbers to always tell the truth.

Sooooo, since Sir Pentious didn't actually lose by going to heaven , can we confidently say that Alastor was the only one to lose the battle because he was not , as Carmilla suggested, out for love?

More on tonight's program

Me , a full time attention whore : * bombarding my mom with my every thought becase I don't want to bother my friends but also I think I'm fucking hilarious*

My mum *most definitely sarcastic *: figliò, you should write a book

My brain immediately: YES I FUCKING SHOULD EVERYONE WOULD TOTALLY READ A BOOK WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS

Yes , I am going insane over the Italian dub of more than anything, thanks for noticing

"Narravi sogni magici e idee incredibili e dicevi "raggiungimi lì"

You used to tell me such incredible stories and magical ideas , and you'd say "reach me there"

EXCUSE ME DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF AND SOB IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS?? BECAUSE I'M GONNA

"ora ti capisco figlia mia , riconosco in te la mia follia "

Now I understand you my dear daughter , now I see in you my brand of crazy

( I don't know how to translate follia right now give me a break I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF CRYING A RIVER )

Non sei solo mia figlia / padre sei tutto per me

You're not just my daughter/ father you're everything to me

I SWEAR OH MY GOD *lies in a puddle of her own tears*