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whaddup bitches i’m gonna post this and not get back on for another like 6 months
it was baby girl’s birthday three weeks ago & i haven’t had the time to check in & update so here’s something i drew for her birthday!!
p.s., it’s transparent!
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
For your hands the color of the wild grain,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight
Looking for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
Pablo Neruda, I Crave Your Mouth. (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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bliss-luxury
Luxury blog x
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Your heart is the size of a fist because you need it to fight.
Lora Mathis (via telekinetiq)
Source: thequotejournals.com
rolls in just in time to miss drama w/ starbucks like whaddup
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“If it works for you AND them, I can’t complain. I guess I’m just heavily biased - sometimes it’s kind of hard to remember our extreme clinginess isn’t the norm.” Nor was it supposed to be the norm, hence the baby steps of trying to ease the hovering. Still, as she sipped her tea, her head felt almost lonely without anybody in it - but she had to make this work. Had to break everybody of their meddling habits.
“Psychic, Dark, Ghost, Fairy - the types people think are weird or are afraid of, mostly. Again, if I could, I’d be your brother and add more but at least I know my limits and that it’d just be a pipe dream.” Add it to the pile consisting of the future private practice that’d never get off the ground probably.
“I’ll admit I have a tougher time with Grass. I know enough to save lives but then again, I’m also constantly expanding my knowledge base. But really, if people are clueless enough to just dump new Grass types on you without considering the environment, do you really want those same people RAISING those Grass Pokemon?” Rhetorical question but maybe Amberly had a real answer.
amberly can understand clinginess. it took her years to become accustom to not clinging to her pokemon like they were a lifeline. in a way, they were. but, inevitably, she did have to give up that control.
“ those are good typings. none i have real experience with, save the ghost-types. my best friend, lowell, trains them. he’s a fanatic, really. “
her fingers immediately seek out one of pompeii’s ears, rubbing the soft fur to soothe her mind. it’s become a habit at this point -- one the canine doesn’t mind, judging by the way her head tilts into the touch. it seems to ease the pokemon’s incessant need to keep an eye out for strangers, though, so amberly continues.
“ oh, no, trust me, i’d rather they dump pokemon on my folks’ doorstep than struggle to raise them & do irreparable damage. someone had dropped off a carnivine in the middle of the meadow at one point. it took my father & his partner just to calm it down long enough to get it into a pokeball. turns out, it was trained all wrong. the person that had abandoned it was a fighting-type. “
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It is true, the world wasn’t too bold in black and white. Steven knew that there were mistakes to be made, for people to fall when they’re trying to do something they deem as right. His mind flashed to Zinnia, and how she almost doomed the world with her decision to reawaken Rayquaza.
It was inexcusable, but even Steven felt like in a way, she did what she needed to. Even if his father didn’t enjoy her company at all that much, Steven understood and was reasonable with her. Seeing two sides of the same coin was equally important when deciding who exactly is doing the right thing here.
“A good balance is a perfect way to put it. In no case is one strict answer absolute, so it all depends on the person in the very end.” Why did this ironically remind him of his father too? Overly caring to the point where he wanted away from him sometimes. “It never hurts to try, even if others will deny it. Chances at kindness are a lot better than no chance at all.”
amberly merely nods, taking in steven’s words & letting them sink in before she speaks again.
“ everyone deserves a chance. what they do with that chance is entirely up to them. whether they misuse it or take it in stride... it’s out of our hands at that point, you know? the only thing we can do is try. for their sake. & for ours. “
the world is a scary place. it is awful & terrible & every bit the monster that parents warn their children about. but parents never warn their children that the monsters aren’t under their bed. they’re inside them.
“ we cannot spend our lives thinking that there are only bad people in the world. it makes it impossible to be happy if we’re always looking over our shoulders, waiting for the next person that’s going to screw us over. “
her mind immediately moves to cayden. he’s happy (so he claims) with his situation, never letting anyone close, never opening up to anyone, but... it just seems lonely. it just doesn’t make sense.
“ if i can make someone’s day just a little brighter by showing them kindness... well, i think i’ll carry on doing what i’m doing, y’know? “
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I want to get stronger, because our WORLD is very cruel, ( because they say it’s advisable to remove the withered flowers )
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He takes in her words for a moment while watching her dry her cheek. Her words, they were filled with nothing but passion behind their meaning. They surprised him slightly, a fine brow raising as he heard her words.
Perhaps he had been thinking too harshly earlier. Kindness was important in a person’s life, although it didn’t take up his own life other than the habit of learning. It’s healthy, either way.
“I will agree with you there,” Steven starts with a small smile. “Kindness is found in multiple places, and can appear in many different forms. It’s fluid, like water, that’s necessary for one to have in order to keep going. Yes… I think I understand a little.” It was then that he looks at her once more with a satisfied nod. “I worry about the misuse of it, the toxicity it can breed. All of it isn’t bad, it’s just unfortunate that it’s the result of it sometimes.”
There will always be bad people in this world. It is an undeniable truth -- humans are predictable in that manner. All it takes is a harsh upbringing or a traumatic event and someone’s whole life can change. Their whole view on the world and the people that inhabit it.
“ It’s an unfortunate truth to the world we live in. As long as people -- human beings -- are alive, there will always be evil. Sometimes it’s misguided. Others are simply... it’s.. hm. How do I put it... sometimes you can put as much care as possible into a plant, right? But if you over water it, it will drown and die. If you don’t water it enough, it’ll die. I think it’s just a matter of finding that perfect middle. “
Sometimes it’s just something wrong with the person, too.
“ Sometimes there’s just... something wrong and no amount of care, no amount of love and kindness, can help them. It’s hard to find that happy medium. “
“ I missed so much school... crap... “
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I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.
Leslie Knope (via 5weetsorrow)
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Looking up from the sketchbook when she speaks, he catches her glancing. At first, it’s nothing, but then he watches her tuck the hair away from her face and finds himself struck with how pretty she is. Too absorbed with his passion of research, he hadn’t noticed before.
Gaze averting back to the page, he can feel the shyness beginning to come into play, but decides to focus on her words, instead. “A painter? That’s incredible. I wish I could see some of it! I’ve done painting in the past, but nothing worth mentioning, haha.”
He doesn’t say anything else as he looks through the compilation of grass-type drawings, until the mention of her Victreebell. “I’m sorry.” His expression softens, head craning to admire the victreebell drawings as if they’re pieces of memory she’s tried to preserve. ”I can tell you loved it a lot, just by the detail in your work.”
A beat passes, hand gripping the mouth of his backpack. “I’ve… got some leftover honey we can use to attract some pokémon, if you want. There’s no reason why you can’t get your homework done now, right? I could probably get some good sketches in, too!”
It’s nice having someone to talk to that shares the same passions as her. She can tell just by the way he carries honey with him that he’s passionate about what he does.
“ I have some pictures on my phone, but it’s one of those things you have to see in person, y’know? And... yeah, she was one of my first Pokemon. If there was ever a Pokemon I could count on to get us through a tough battle, it was definitely her. I mean, I could count on all of them, but she always went above and beyond what I asked of her. “
And, in the end, that was what cost her. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Amberly’s lips curl into a smile. Perhaps it won’t be so bad to hang out with Tracey and get some homework done at the same time.
“ I’d like that. Are you sure it’s no trouble? You’ve already done quite a bit for me. “
eyo i’m back from my hiatus so here’s the dealio indie pokemon oc and all that jazz i never know what the hell to put on these posts but like/reblog if you wanna interact and i’ll check out your blog :0c
slap that ♥ if you want a starter!
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“Ah, that’s so cool!” Although in hindsight, she couldn’t imagine otherwise. Maybe it was just her that fought to pile on as many courses as possible - and plus she had no eggs at the time. Amberly could probably even include the egg raising in academic work, depending on the class.
“Special needs was…not where I was going, but yeah, you could say they’re all also connected by that. I was thinking more - y’see - people kinda think their types are weird.” To put it mildly. “But hey, if that system you got there, moving everybody around, works, hooray! I just…can’t really trust the average person to give mine the life they’re used to.” Amberly herself, maybe, now that she was thinking - but no, not really, because even assuming Amberly listened to their own needs and treated her sentients, well, like the sentient beings they were, all that moving around was still a stress source. Not to mention the general level of upkeep they needed beyond standard Pokemon, too.
“Honestly, if I had the time and money, and space, I’d take in every stray off the street I could find, but. Even I know that’d be spreading myself way too thin.”
“ My brother is like that. Before I left home, he used to bring home any stray Pokemon he’d find wandering around in the meadow or back behind the shrine house. And let me tell you, it’s a lot. People figure, hey, Floaroma Meadow has all this space, this must be a great place to dump a Pokemon. But that’s not the case at all. The flowers there are really delicate and introducing a Pokemon could accidentally throw it all out of whack. “
Amberly, herself, is guilty of bringing home strays, but she lives by herself and the only person she really has to answer to is her landlord. But even that is going to be a moot point soon enough.
“ I mostly just move them around when someone needs the assistance of a particular Pokemon. Sometimes I leave them where they are because they like it there. My Leafeon, Cheza, bonded with my nephew almost immediately and I couldn’t imagine trying to take her away from him. So she’ll be his first Pokemon, knowing my brother. “
“ What type of Pokemon do you train again? Is it Psychic and Dark? “