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zohbugg:

NO OKAY SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS EPISODE. 

THIS MOTHERFUCKING CARTOON ABOUT HOW ASH ADOPTS CHARMADER RUINED MY ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD

ASH AND GANG FIND THIS LITTLE GUY, SICK AND INJURED ON THIS FUCKING ROCK AFTER HEARING THIS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG TRAINER BRAGGING THAT HE ABANDONED HIS CHARMANDER BECAUSE HE WAS WEAK. AND CHARMANDER IS LOYAL AS FUCK SO HE’S WAITING AND WAITING AND HIS TRAINER THINGS THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE HE’S A TOTAL ASSHOLE.

DO YOU KNOW HOW A CHARMANDER’S TAIL FLAME WORKS? WELL LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU. IF HIS FLAME GOES OUT, HE FUCKING DIES.

SO ASH AND GANG RUSH TO SAVE CHARMANDER BECAUSE IT’S RAINING FUCKING HARD, AND WHEN THEY GET THERE HE’S BEING ATTACKED BY SOME SHITTY BIRD POKEMON AND HE’S STRUGGLING SO HARD TO STAY ALIVE AND HE’S HOLDING THIS LITTLE FUCKING LEAF OVER HIS TAIL FLAME WHICH IS SO SMALL AND ABOUT TO GO OUT

AND LITTLE 8 YEAR OLD ME IS JUST FUCKING HYSTERICALLY CRYING OVER THIS FUCKING CHARMANDER AND THE CRUELTY OF MAN

FUCK THIS EPISODE

this is a cartoon please chill

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caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

I will fucking deck you

Whoooaaaa going through this on my phone was sweeeet

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

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