95 Hours Per Week

95 hours per week

i remember going to a theater in NYC to watch this on its premiere day

i got two ancient mew cards and an icee spilled over my shirt but it was worth every penny

ripip shirt

Pokemon: The Movie 2000

Though the Guardian of the sea shall arise to quell the fighting, alone its song will fail. Thus the Earth shall turn to Ash.

This. Pretty much. The more submissive eridan is the better.

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Someone had to do it.

Remember the time they stuck a minivan body on an F1 chassis and engine because they could?

You were always on the outside looking in.

Even back at school when everyone gathered in the park to watch fat Barry crash his moped into the swings you were alone, watching from the midst of some piss soaked bushes.

No one invited you, but you lived vicariously through the stories of your peers.

If you close your eyes you can almost imagine it’s you kissing sad, panda eyed, unconfident Lucy beneath the Princess Diana memorial-rather than Joe with his hair that looks like it’s smothered in goose fat and his one pirate looking earring.

Everyone else grew up so fast. Most of them had kids before they were twenty, still kids themselves really.

Not you though. You just watched it all unfurl before you; beans and bacon, the lives of others experienced by proxy of Facebook or an afternoon in the park spent watching mother and son play and wishing more than anything you had a real reason to be there.

Beans though. They’re so versatile. Bacon, makes everything better. Or so they say.

But you can’t help but wonder…did the people who said that, did they ever feel quite like you do?

Alone. Cold beans. Half remembered glimpses of someone else’s happiness.