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Who would like a present? →
I’m going to be making 10 treasure boxes!
I’m going to paint and decorate them. Inside will be things like;
- Dried flowers
- Shells
- Stickers- think mermaids, glow in the dark stars, glittery lovely things, monsters, witches, bats and ghouls
- Glitter
- Sparkly, shiny things
- A mixed CD
- Buttons, beads, feathers
- pom poms
- Hand made origami stars
- Recipes
- Halloween surprises
- Charms
- All my love
If you’re interested in receiving a present, you don’t need to send me any money but I do ask that you send me a return surprise present! Anything from drawings, hand made sweet things, a treasure box filled with things from where you are in the world- anything that will be lovely and that I can keep forever!
It would be so nice to receive wonderful presents from all over the world for no reason other than that it would be lovely!
If you’re interested, just reblog this post! The more times you reblog it, the more times you will be entered into the generator at the end of the week which will choose the winners at random! <3
Good luck kittens!
PS- Here’s a sneak peak- only half finished! <3
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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.
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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.”
Deceased
rip me
Dead.
Can this be anymore perfect?
The answer to this question: No.
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- god: hey baby
- god: did it hurt
- god: when you fell from heaven?
- satan: you're a fucking dick
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What the princesses do on their day off.
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Marilyn Monroe — 1962
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