so I just spent two hours battling Team Galactic in Pokemon Diamond. I scaled the heights of Mt Coronet and pushed my pokemon to the absolute limit. after this, I battled their ultimate leader and smashed him as well. following this, I caught the legendary Sinnoh pokemon, Dialga in one fell swoop. so it’s safe to say me and my pokemon were pretty drained. i leave Mt Coronet onto route 207 (or whatever) and as i run to my nearest pokecenter, BATTLE GIRL BECKY decides she wants to battle me with her level 15 fucking Machop. suck it Becky.
tonight, i confessed something to a friend, words that i never expected to leave my mouth. at least not for a few years, yet. i surprised myself but i meant it wholeheartedly.
this level of happiness should be utterly illegal :)
i need this, right now.
No puedo dormir sin decirte que me haces muy feliz. Has llenado mi vida de luz. Te adoro. Y no quiero que esto se acabe nunca. Te amo. Quiero darte mi mundo. Quiero darte mi corazón. Quiero ser tu único, para siempre.
the email I decided to send to the man in charge of the case against gay marriage on the Same Sex Marriage bill being debated in Scottish Parliament. thought it was pretty charming considering I am now a staunch atheist.
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands