all the things I hold in my fist, if I don't let go, I don't exist and they've become the things that define me, how I look and love, things can buy me... That's not important anymore, I feel me writting on the floor, light as a feather, I'm carefree: I'm weightless!

RAVENCLAW
{ wear }
APOLLO’S CABIN
{ CAMP HALF-BLOOD }