mac demarco is the dream
i want the pink haired boy
I’ve reblogged this 23840932 times but hes so beautiful i cant not ily bb
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
"You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black," Misty said. "Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom."
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
"How old are you?" Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
"Ten," Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
"How long have you been ten?" she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
"A while…" Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
"I know what you are," she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
Hi guy’s this is Eternal-Violet-Void’s girlfriend, We decided to post this here since she has many more followers than I do. PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS. This girl has been messaging us both non-stop and saying the most hateful things. I don’t know what to say to make her stop so I was hoping to in-list some help from all of you. Thank you guys!
SIGNAL BOOST THIS
Time to expose! Reblog !!!
Urge to punch rising…
in which freema agyeman continues to play characters that break the mold for what people think women should be
in which freema agyeman continues to be a complete inspiration
Paul Rudd has been playing one of the longest-running and most demented jokes in late-night TV history on Conan.
Never gets old.
not to burst anyones bubble or anything but radiohead released an album with no warning years ago
what is a radio head
Traci Lords in ‘Cry Baby’ (1990)
b-but racism is over