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.
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How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
“I know what you are.”
“A Pokemon Master.”
“Boy I sure do wish I was as cool as that trumpet player!”
“Gee, I sure wish I could play as loud as that flautist!”
“Wowwee, I wish I had a part as complicated…
(: its true you never hear them.