One step at a time.

A lifetime of steps to take

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Make them yours, before someone else does. Make that move, before someone else does. Hold them close, before someone else does. Tell them you love them, before someone else does.

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sadienita: alittleveggies: 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.” ^^^better story than twilight

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

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.”

^^^better story than twilight

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jeah-bear: Thank you Jackie for everything you’ve done for me and my family! You’ve brought joy and entertainment to us for so long. You’ve inspired my dad to keep trying his best at work despite of his old age.Thank you for your trilogy of Rush Hour. I remember it the most because it has to be the first movie I watched of you that I can possibly remember of a young age. Also, thanks for Jackie Chan Adventures! I remember watching it every day when I was young! I cried when I heard about your parents. When I heard how you handled the situation about your parent’s death, I bawled my eyes out. To receive the news of your parent’s death and keep working is truly tough. Also, when I read that interview about how you feel like your son doesn’t want you in his life, made me awfully sad too. You’re truly strong inside and out. You want to be seen as a “true actor”, but to me and my family, you’ve been a true actor all these years.Thank you, and we’ll see you on the big screen kicking ass… er I mean, performing very well :D

jeah-bear:

Thank you Jackie for everything you’ve done for me and my family! You’ve brought joy and entertainment to us for so long. You’ve inspired my dad to keep trying his best at work despite of his old age.
Thank you for your trilogy of Rush Hour. I remember it the most because it has to be the first movie I watched of you that I can possibly remember of a young age. Also, thanks for Jackie Chan Adventures! I remember watching it every day when I was young!
I cried when I heard about your parents. When I heard how you handled the situation about your parent’s death, I bawled my eyes out. To receive the news of your parent’s death and keep working is truly tough. Also, when I read that interview about how you feel like your son doesn’t want you in his life, made me awfully sad too. You’re truly strong inside and out. 
You want to be seen as a “true actor”, but to me and my family, you’ve been a true actor all these years.
Thank you, and we’ll see you on the big screen kicking ass… er I mean, performing very well :D

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