‘please do not expand the list by killing people.’
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So my brother emailed me this picture with the caption “Now WHO could they have had to deal with to make this law….”
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.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
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 new 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.”
Deceased
rip me
Dead.
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
“Totally worth it.” -Trees
Florence Welch singing “Part of Your World” from the Little Mermaid
ho hey - the lumineers
i just want this on repeat forever.
Love this song!
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety.
Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
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“Hold my breath and I’ll count to ten. I’m the paper and you’re the pen. You fill me in; you are permanent and you leave me to dry. I’m the writer and she’s the muse. I’m the one that you always choose. She will falter and gift her blame and it starts all over again. She is bright lights and cityscapes, and white lies and cavalcades. And she’ll take all you ever have, but I’m gonna love you. You say ‘maybe it’ll last this time’. But I’m gonna love you, you never have to ask. I’m gonna love you ‘til you start looking back. I’m gonna love you so right. I wouldn’t need a second chance. Shield your eyes from the truth at hand. Tell me why it’ll be good again. All those demons are closing in and I don’t want you to burn. Never mind what I said before - I don’t want any less anymore. You are carbon and I am flame. I will rise and you will remain for bright lights and cityscapes. And landslides and masquerades. And she’ll take all you ever have, but I’m gonna love you. You say ‘maybe it’ll last this time.’ But I’m gonna love you, you’d never have to ask. I’m gonna love you ‘til you start looking back. I wouldn’t need a second chance. I wouldn’t need a second chance. I wouldn’t need a second chance. I wouldn’t need a second chance.”
