5 Seconds of Every #1 Billboard Hot 100 Hit From 1993-2011
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The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.
I can’t handle this right now
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I was asked to prom in the cutest way possible.
awwwww
oh my god this is so adorable
i just died
omg i would never have noticed and then circled yes unintentionally accepting
omg
and so I discover why my generation is so weird
i’m okay with that
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This made my daymy sister downloaded this thing on her ipod that lets her autotune her voice to twinkle twinkle little star
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ohmaigawd.
im 12 and wat is this
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Holy shit I’m dying
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| TYPE YOUR NAME: | matthew |
| TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR ELBOW: | matthew |
| TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR EYES SHUT: | matthew |
| TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR CHIN: | matthewe |
| SLAM YOUR FACE ON THE KEYBOARD: | About 3 things i was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, and i didnt know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. And third, i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him |
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?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
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