Pixies&SirenSongs

  1. sadienita: alittleveggies: requiemsong: mldmnnrdrprtr: crazylipgloss: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: 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. Reblogging for the comment 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 new 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.” ^^^better story than twilight Oh my goodness. That is amazing. 

    sadienita:

    alittleveggies:

    requiemsong:

    mldmnnrdrprtr:

    crazylipgloss:

    thebatmanchild:

    athagazagoraphobic:

    invisicanada:

    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.

    Reblogging for the comment

    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 new 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.”

    ^^^better story than twilight

    Oh my goodness. That is amazing. 

    (Source: setyourphaserstostun, via keepingitconceptual)

  2. Sorry, guys!

    I’m sorry for not posting. Somebody didn’t pay the internet company when it was his turn. *cough cough* Matt. Anyway, I’m back and I have been working on my garden and several projects that I hope some of you might like. :] I will get those posted as soon as possible! 

    I am pretty inspired by diyfashion.tumblr.com

    I have found a lot of things I can’t wait to try. As of last week I have become obsessed with DIY stuff. Magazines, shows, and sites. It’s like an addiction. Haha. So, those of you that are into DIY crafts and fashion you should check it out! 

    Hope everyone is having a great summer. 

  4. Life is like an ear of corn. When the polar bear cries, I shave my eyebrows.
    My dear friend, Nate.

  5. Ohmygoodness. O.o

    Ohmygoodness. O.o

  6. Butterflies!

    Who doesn’t like butterflies? I have planted a few Yarrow and Snapdragon flowers around my screened in porch so I can watch the butterflies this summer. :] Here is a list of flowers that the butterflies like:

    • Yarrow
    • Hollyhock
    • Leadplant
    • Snapdragon
    • Columbine
    • Swamp Milkweed
    • Common Milkweed
    • Butterfly Milkweed
    • Aster
    • False Spiraea
    • Borage
    • Calendula
    • Turtlehead
    • Shasta Daisy
    • Coreopsis
    • Cosmos
    • Delphinium
    • Dianthus
    • Purple Coneflower
    • Globe Thistle
    • Fleabane
    • Joe Pye Weed
    • Zinna
    • California Fuchsia
    • Verbena
    • Mexican Sunflower
    • Marigold
    • Goldenrod
    • Sage
    • Blanket Flower
    • Sunflower
    • Heliotrope
    • Candytuft
    • Sweet Pea
    • Lobelia
    • Sweet Alyssum
    • Oregano
    • Beard Tongue
    • Phlox
    • Primula vialii

  7. Sorry, guys!

    I wanted to apologize because I haven’t been posting much. I have been spring cleaning and it is crazy right now! I am repainting my bed frame, vanity, and dresser. Its going to be robin’s egg blue with an eggshell white crackle. I can’t wait to see it finished! I have also been doing yard work. I am planting french lilacs, a snowball bush, violets, a climbing rose vine/bush, and a “Song of Paris” rose. So busy, busy, busy. :] I will post soon though. But until then, I hope everyone is enjoying their spring! 

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  9. Rose Water!

    So, in my opinion, rose water is amazing! It can be used as a toner for fair and dry skin because it is a gentle astringent. And you can place your rosewater in a spray bottle for a soothing and moisturizing summer spritzer. You can buy rose water but you must be careful and only buy 100% pure rose water. Pure rose water is the distilled water of roses. It is usually made by stream distillation, and it smells heavenly and tastes delicious (so it is also used in cakes, puddings, and pastries). 

    You can make a quart of excellent-quality rose water in about 40 minutes. However, if you simmer the water too long, you will continue to produce distilled water but the rose essence will become diluted. Your rose water will smell more like plain distilled water, rather than the heavenly scent of roses. 

    Method 1:

    Be sure you have a brick and heat-safe stainless steel or glass quart bowl ready before you begin.

    Ingredients:

    • 2-3 quarts fresh roses or rose petals
    • Water
    • Ice cubes or crushed ice

    1. In the center of a large pot (the speckled blue canning pots are ideal) with an inverted lid (a rounded lid), place a fireplace brick. On top of the brick place the bowl. Put the roses in the pot; add enough flowers to reach the top of the brick. Pour in just enough water to cover the roses. The water should be just above the top of the brick.

    2. Place the lid upside down on the pot. Turn on the stove and bring the water to a rolling boil, then lower heat to a slow steady simmer. As soon as the water begins to boil, toss two or three trays of ice cubes (or a bag of ice) on top of the lid.

    3. You’ve now created a home still! As the water boils the steam rises, hits the top of the cold lid, and condenses. As it condenses it flows to the center of the lid and drops into the bowl. Every 20 minutes, quickly lift the lid and take out a tablespoon or two of the rose water. It’s time to stop when you have between a pint and a quart of water that smells and tastes strongly like roses.

    Adapted from Rosemary Gladstar’s Herbs for Natural Beauty, by Rosemary Gladstar.

    (Found on www.care2.com)


    Method 2:

    What you’ll need:

    • Rose petals
    • Heat-resistant glass bowl with lid
    • Spring water
    • Cheese Cloth
    • Wide-mouthed glass jar
    1. Gather your roses. If possible, harvest pesticide-free roses from your own garden; however, if you must buy roses from your local florist, rinse the petals in cool water to remove any chemicals.

    2. Pluck enough petals to firmly pack 1 cup. Place the roses in a heat-resistant glass bowl.

    3. Boil 2 cups of spring water and pour the hot water over the rose petals. Cover the bowl with a lid or plate and allow the rose petals to steep for 30 minutes.

    4. Cover a wide-mouthed jar with a piece of cheesecloth and pour the rosewater into the jar. Discard the rose petals.



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