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italdred: Sitges (by Andrew Levett)

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italdred:

Sitges (by Andrew Levett)

themicrominer: pegacornalley: heiress-to-the-industries: mldmn...

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pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

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athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

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.

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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.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

“Pikachu,” said Pikachu

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homesighs: Adrienne Wong

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homesighs:

Adrienne Wong

diseasecoveredpugetsound: Love this! Bones of St. Pancratius in...

Sat, 25 May 2013 19:54:44 -0400

diseasecoveredpugetsound:

Love this! Bones of St. Pancratius in a beautiful suit of armor.

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iloveneedwantyou: untitled by 夏先生 on Flickr.

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iloveneedwantyou:

untitled by 夏先生 on Flickr.

pleuvedansparis: speed x100 by sparth on Flickr.

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:32:03 -0400

pleuvedansparis:

speed x100 by sparth on Flickr.

nuclearharvest: Study Of Drapery by Albrecht Durer 1521

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:29:35 -0400

nuclearharvest:

Study Of Drapery by Albrecht Durer 1521

moycona: 소나기가 내리고, 꽃들은 물을 머금은 채 그저 비를 맞고 서 있다. *피할 수 없는 일이...

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:29:23 -0400

moycona:

소나기가 내리고, 꽃들은 물을 머금은 채 그저 비를 맞고 서 있다.
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피할 수 없는 일이 생긴다면

있는 그대로 받아들이기로 한다.

소나기를 만나면 우산 없이 맞아야 하는 것처럼.

The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future by Los...

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The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future by Los Campesinos!

"The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is..."

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“The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.”

- Georg Trakl, “Mourning,” trans. James Wright and Robert Bly

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efedra: Louvre Lens by SANAA

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efedra:

Louvre Lens by SANAA