Lleva una flor para tu amor cada vez q vuelvas no importa de donde sea q lo hagas, no te cuestiones por que ? para que ? No hagas caso de esa voz q no te deja ser el amante mas atrevido, toma una daga y córtale una flor…
Walking along the path, the group of three seemed to be moving aimlessly, the one holding a map looking at it as if it was unintelligible. With a complaint of the Pikachu’s usage of the map and a giggle from another member, they didn’t notice much of the others passing by them along the path, until the electric mouse almost bumped into another person.
so there's a twitter called @YahooAnswersTXT and they post "funny" questions people have asked as jokes and all. apparently one of those hilarious asks was "am I a heteroromantic asexual?" and I'm really upset because that's essentially my own identity and reading it as a punchline hurt, a lot. do you have any advice on how to deal with that sort of thing??
They’re ignorant. Or willfully hurtful. Shitty people exist in the world and they’re going to do rude things like that. The best thing you can do is put it out of your mind. Those people are wrong. Being heteroromantic asexual is a valid identity, not a punchline. You know that. We know that. If a few assholes on the internet don’t know that, it’s okay. If they want to snigger to themselves and look like intolerant fools, leave them to burn.
same!!! not only is it horribly abusive but they’re both underage and it always unsettled me
i really rEALLY hate their relationship being viewed in a ‘sweet innocent romantic light’ so much and even tho 13 is the legal age of consent in japan?? ( for some disgusting reason ) its still really … uncomfortable like. 14 is really young… and its just :/
“Lethe, the river of oblivion, rowls
Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks
Forthwith his former state and being forgets—
Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Beyond this flood a frozen continent
Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms
Of whirlwind and dire hail, which on firm land
Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems
Of ancient pile; all else deep snow and ice,
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,
Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire.
Thither, by harpy-footed Furies haled,
At certain revolutions all the damned
Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change
Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce,
From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine
Immovable, infixed, and frozen round
Periods of time,—thence hurried back to fire.
They ferry over this Lethean sound
Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,
And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach
The tempting stream, with one small drop to lose
In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
All in one moment, and so near the brink;
But Fate withstands, and, to oppose the attempt,
Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
The ford, and of itself the water flies
All taste of living wight, as once it fled
The lip of Tantalus.”