Under Certain Rocks

boy(:

A guy I’ve known for a while now, different from the last one I posted about, is taking me on a date tomorrow.  we’ve gone on a couple…

He just makes me incredibly happy.  I can be my stupid idiotic self around him and all he does is poke fun at me in a way that tells me he thinks that my gross idiotic self is cute as hell.  

I’m really excited.  We’re going to the aquarium.  I’m gonna make him enjoy the sharks.  

requiemsong: 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.”

requiemsong:

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.”

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“I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.”
— Henry Rollins (via loveyourchaos)

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Doctor Who as the Avengers

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I needed more Mickey mouse Sheldon.

I needed more Mickey mouse Sheldon.

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skaate-for-life95: So darn cute :)

skaate-for-life95:

So darn cute :)

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I want to meet the man I’m gonna marry, so bad. I’m about to get jesus on y’all. I believe He has a man for me, that I’m going to marry and love and am meant to be with for the rest of my life, and I pray every day for me to meet that man when him and I are both ready to live and love as we’re meant to. But I am so freaking excited to meet this man. I can’t wait to be in the arms of the man who loves me unconditionally, heart and soul and mind and body and in the Lord.  I can’t wait to meet and love him. I want to wake up and kiss his chin, chest, and neck and lips, and I want to roll on top of him and feel him smile as he wakes up because I’m there.  I want to make him so happy.   I want to have kids with him.  I want to have kids and raise them and get to know the little people they’re going to be, and I want to watch him cuddle my daughter and be proud of my son and kiss both their tiny little pink lips goodnight.  I can’t wait to live and love with this man.   I am so impatient.

I want to meet the man I’m gonna marry, so bad.

I’m about to get jesus on y’all.

I believe He has a man for me, that I’m going to marry and love and am meant to be with for the rest of my life, and I pray every day for me to meet that man when him and I are both ready to live and love as we’re meant to.

But I am so freaking excited to meet this man.

I can’t wait to be in the arms of the man who loves me unconditionally, heart and soul and mind and body and in the Lord.  I can’t wait to meet and love him.

I want to wake up and kiss his chin, chest, and neck and lips, and I want to roll on top of him and feel him smile as he wakes up because I’m there.  I want to make him so happy.  

I want to have kids with him.  I want to have kids and raise them and get to know the little people they’re going to be, and I want to watch him cuddle my daughter and be proud of my son and kiss both their tiny little pink lips goodnight.  I can’t wait to live and love with this man.  

I am so impatient.

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nataliemeansnice: marcel! my soulmate.

nataliemeansnice:

marcel! my soulmate.

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stfuprolife: We never talk about people who need or want abortions as living things.  All the focus goes on embryos, because for some reason, they’re more important than the people who are carrying them.

stfuprolife:

We never talk about people who need or want abortions as living things.  All the focus goes on embryos, because for some reason, they’re more important than the people who are carrying them.

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theinevitableadventure: mostlyjudson: You know what is funny about this… no girl would let a dude drink her blood… I wouldn’t drink the blood, but I am down for some shower sex, or normal sex, whatever the case. Some girls actually like getting that shit lapped up. I wouldn’t even call it “blood”. There are so many other things in that nasty shit … it makes me cringe at the idea of a mans face between my legs during that time. The sex does make cramps go away though. I’ve fooled around on it.  Idk, I kept my tampon in though and we didn’t have sex…he did taste me though.  lt wasn’t bad.   Sorry if this is too much lol, for the people who actually know me

theinevitableadventure:

mostlyjudson:

You know what is funny about this… no girl would let a dude drink her blood… I wouldn’t drink the blood, but I am down for some shower sex, or normal sex, whatever the case.

Some girls actually like getting that shit lapped up. I wouldn’t even call it “blood”. There are so many other things in that nasty shit … it makes me cringe at the idea of a mans face between my legs during that time. The sex does make cramps go away though.

I’ve fooled around on it.  Idk, I kept my tampon in though and we didn’t have sex…he did taste me though.  lt wasn’t bad.  

Sorry if this is too much lol, for the people who actually know me

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Day 6 + 7…#me and someone who #inspires me. Couldn’t have made it through this year without her. #photoadaymay #mayphotoaday (Taken with instagram)

Day 6 + 7…#me and someone who #inspires me. Couldn’t have made it through this year without her. #photoadaymay #mayphotoaday (Taken with instagram)

What, you don’t get a giant donut as a birthday cake? (Taken with instagram)

What, you don’t get a giant donut as a birthday cake? (Taken with instagram)