This is etiquette.

pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

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.

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.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

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

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

I wish everyone on Tumblr could pitch in like $5, and we will just fucking buy an island somewhere, preferably close to the equator, and we will just all be beautiful people and party all night long. There would be little communities where you live with other hipsters or beach bums or fashionistas or skaters, but we would all still be best friends because no one can judge on Tumblr Island. It will be the perfect place, a Utopia of Tumblr.

desiredpai-n:

hidden-in-the-shows:

ohwowbutfuckyuh:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

let-me-eatcake:

bewarethegush:

fuckkyeahhgee:

…Can we?

COUNT ME IN

right now we haven’t even got enough to buy a small house

57,103 x 5 = $285,515

http://www.privateislandsonline.com/islands/hassel-island-estate#

MORE REBLOGS OKAY MORE REBLOGS

http://www.gofundme.com/26efk4

GUYS LETS MAKE THIS HAPPEN PLEASE.

133974x5=669870

REBLOG FOR TUMBLR *raises computer mouse*

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Get a free Pokemon egg~!

last-of-the-english-girls:

I want to do one!

Okay so you reblog and a week later you’ll get this cutie in your inbox

After about a week a Pokemon will hatch!

Some people might get special Legendary, It all depends :)

It’s going to be any Pokemon from all the regions

and I promise I will do every each one of you.

This will be open until the 29th and then I will be sending the eggs off to you all :)

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cigerett:

i love doing this, spending my weekends relaxing in a comfortable chair and reading a book that makes me really think about the positives in life

downwith-perfection:

This gif can work for pretty much everything.
Phone died: this gif.
Failed a test: this gif.
Period: this gif.
Lots of homework: this gif.
I feel like breaking a plate: this gif.

the-sun-child:

kidsofthetides:

yourblogiswank:

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