i miss the good ol’ days of fobr
i miss the good ol’ days of fobr
why my mom is awesome take numero dos
why my mom is awesome
(via carpios)
i brought it to school to show it off at recess, but the only pokemon’s whose name i could spell were mew and muk, and mew wasn’t even listed and muk is just gross so it wasn’t as great as i thought it’d be :( although, my mom does stand by the fact that i learned to become a fluent reader at a young age from reading the two-sentence descriptions of the pokemon at the bottom of the cards while my sister was in the hospital.
and i was considered the pokemon queen of my class and i happened to be hopelessly in love with the pokemon king. i’m pretty sure i fell in love with him when we sat at the same table on the first day of kindergarten, and we all discussed pokemon cards. he was the only one who understood what i was talking about when i said “holographic cards”/”holos”
also, i hung out with kids on my block who were about 3 or 4 years older than me. one of them tried to sell me a legit pokedex for 20 bucks but i hustled it out of him for 5
and i would kind of take their head off a little bit so it would be kind of loose but not that their head would fall all the way off and then i would make them headbang idk what was wrong with me
don’t even go there, i had like 5 when i was younger but my sister took it to a new height. i’m not even exaggerating when i say that there’s most likely 50+ naked and maimed bratz dolls around my house.