“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.” - Cameron Tucker
Wipe those tears.
Lighten your room.
Watch the flock of birds soaring.
Paint your face with a smile.
Let the sun rays warm your skin.
Walk. Even if you’re alone, walk.
Stop by at your favorite ice cream shop.
You deserve that sweet. It’ll calm you.
Look at what surrounds you.
Isn’t it wonderful?
It’s still full of colors.
Even in bustling streets, there are colors.
Just keep looking.
Just keep walking.
You used to do it.
You were never empty.
You were just unprepared.
The pain won’t last.
It will never linger eternally.
In time, it’ll fade gradually.
So keep going.
Until you’ve forgotten it.
There are dreamers and there are realist in the world. You’d think the dreamer would find the dreamers and the realist find the realist, but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realist to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realist? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.
While i would enjoy a pokemon game that's large and more open world, i don't think it would be a good idea to make one of the core games like that, because, at least in my opinion, part of the charm of them has always been that that they feel fairly small and simple, with only moments of grandeur (like soaring in ORAS or some of the cutscenes in sun/moon), and i wouldn't want to lose that in the series. a side game like that would be super cool though. Maybe make the trainer slightly older, too.
Yeah, something like what they did with Pokemon Collosseum maybe
I do feel like the core games could take a few pointers from BotW though, mainly having the option to go “fuck off just give me my pokeballs and let me explore” option in the beginning.
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
We browse, we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any,
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings and evenings,
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic and stellar, we are as two comets,
We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons drivingoverhead,
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we too,
We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.
From Earth Prayers from Around the World, by Roberts and Amidon
A big shadow at the sun, soaring, spread - I had never seen a buzzard here before, But then: the screech of distant warning, Unmistakable. The buzzard was finding The thermals, gliding effortlessly. It was Its magnificence. It was essentially buzzard. It did its buzzard business, beautifully. The Sheer blue sky wondered why it was there. The dare of force was its causeless grace.
As orange shade gels
White hot sun of Chelsea soaring
As a man stood drawing
The glowing sky in flames roaring
The subtle heat gnawing.
Hard to know the 19th century overhead show
was due to Krakatoa volcano.
“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers, and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. See, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.” ― Modern Family
I’m free. Free as a bird. A bird who has spent eternity trapped inside of a cage she didn’t even know enclosed her. I’m able to spread my wings farther than I knew possible. I see the sun and I soar. I soar with the hope of tomorrow. I fly to the beat of my weary heart, finding quickly how strengthened I’ve become. I’m filled with passion and dreams once more. The dark and dismal nights I spent locked away are but a memory. My new life begins now. My freedom takes me far into the majesty of what seems to be wonderland. I am brave. I am strong. I am free.
Impossible! Giant Perfect Sphere RIPS from The Sun!
March 26, 2017: A watchman observed this rare flare in astonishment as the sun appeared to disperse a blank replica of itself! A perfect sphere soars away from the sun at amazing speed, getting larger as it traveled away from the solar disc out into to space! One of a kind here… (I observed this myself on December 13, 2015)
“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You would think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists… well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”
The sun provides vitamins. And there were dippers stitching the air above the river. And three herons awkwardly gangling. And two buzzards soaring. And the sounds of skylarks all the time. Blue sky. Sun. Warmth. Well, this makes life seem like a fresh thought. Why thought? Because of me, but still …