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- YOU GUYS I HAVEN’T GIVEN YOU A COUPON FOR TEA IN A WHILE
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This just blew my mind.
REMEMBER, IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BE LEAVING THE HOUSE THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON TO CHANGE OUT OF YOUR PYJAMAS.
STAY COMFORTABLE, YOU DESERVE IT, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD
Being sexually attractive to your significant other is a pretty big reason.
if your partner stops finding you attractive just cos you’re wearing pyjamas then they sound pretty shit anyway.
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Anonymous asked: Can you draw fili checking out kili’s butt?
if i were fili, i’d do the same…
‘i think, that i need better arrows…’
‘…’
‘or no. maybe they’re pretty good, don’t you think?’
‘…’
‘fili?’
‘…’
‘are you listening to me, brother?’
‘what? ah, yes. i heard every world you said.’Hee! =D
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I wanted you to know why I couldn’t let you die. Why I went back for you.
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Hamster President tackles the tough questions.
everyone on this website is high
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marble sculptures are one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen i mean
that’s stone and someone made it look transparent
do you see that fabric?
do you see that fluffy pillow?
do you see that anatomy and those humans muscles?
no you do not because that’s all fucking marble
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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 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 tail.
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.”
OH MY LORD HELP
I can’t breathe
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i think they are my two most favorite people on earth atm
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its like
one smile was not enough for the sky
it was really fucking happy
it had to have two
i have to have this on my blog
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