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This photo should be on everyone’s blog at least once.

I wish they would recreate this picture with how they are now 

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Every single SpongeBob character

it’s so beautiful

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“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.
Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.
"Mine has always been at 0 too."
And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair5 seconds: i give the man my money0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

You can’t believe your bad luck. The day your clock has been pointing to is the same god damn day you need to meet your friend at the airport. The clock says roughly two hours after your friend touches down you’ll be meeting your soul mate. Although you suppose there’s no right way to do this, having a suitcase in one hand and a girl in the other is probably a good way to get overlooked. Your phone rings, your friends name and face shining up at you. Probably calling to offer emotional support. Again. "Hi, hello. I’m so sorry I know the airport is hard for you to get to so you’re probably already on your way. But my flight got cancelled." On the other end of the line you here a muffled voice address your friend. "Oh good, they found room for me on another flight. It only leaves two hours later too."You stop dead, your long time best friend you met online, the one who had been saving all year to come visit. "What time does your clock say? I need asked." "I keep it covered. Ever since I was little I wanted it to be a surprise. Why do you ask?"

It’s not supposed to be like this you think to yourself as you walk down the street, feet falling on the pavement a little harder than they used to, not when he was still alive and you could walk light as a feather. He was here and then he was gone and now you’re alone and it’s not fair you keep thinking. You know, you know life is not fair, that nothing really lasts forever and people die, you know that. But of all the people why him? Why then? Why ever?
Now you sleep alone, you’ve been sleeping alone for years and it’s all you’re going to do. Sleep alone, wake up alone, you blink rapidly when you think that you’re going to die alone. But that’s what it comes down to now, learning to live alone, learning how to breathe again in those constricting, cloying, near choking moments when you lay down at night and the blood rushing in your ears in the quiet night is the word: alone. Learning to move again, to get out of bed and get the cereal out of the cupboard, turn shower knobs and put keys into doors.
Reminding yourself that it’s one step at a time not one day at a time because a whole day is too big to face alone and as long as you keep taking a step forward at a time you’re going to be ok, you’ll get through this just breathe and walk, breathe and walk. But still you wish that you didn’t have to do it alone, didn’t have to do it alone and you wouldn’t have to if he was still alive.
You remember the day your clock went blank, when the little zero faded and the short heat on your wrist. You hoped it wasn’t true, hoped it was a malfunction. Then the police called, told you about the accident, how sorry they were for your loss. You sat down on the couch, the old tattered couch and the tears stopped before they began and you laid down and stared blankly into space until you felt hungry and decided to make something to eat.
A stranger bumps into you on the side walk and their brief case collides with your wrist. They’re gone in a moment, weaving through the crowd. You glance at your wrist and your eyes widen. It hasn’t- it can’t. You screw your eyes shut and open them again to make sure it’s real.
Your clock isn’t blank any more
Two words: Match found
Then numbers, 00/3/19/02/34
0 years, 3 months, 19 days, 2 hours, 34 minutes
Someone, somewhere, somehow is your soul mate. You have another soul mate. You’ve heard about this, sometimes when soul mates break up or get divorced their clocks re-awaken years later but you never dared hope, never dreamed yours would. 
You have another soul mate

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xxarcane:

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sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

"Mine has always been at 0 too."

And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair

5 seconds: i give the man my money

0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

You can’t believe your bad luck. The day your clock has been pointing to is the same god damn day you need to meet your friend at the airport. The clock says roughly two hours after your friend touches down you’ll be meeting your soul mate. Although you suppose there’s no right way to do this, having a suitcase in one hand and a girl in the other is probably a good way to get overlooked. Your phone rings, your friends name and face shining up at you. Probably calling to offer emotional support. Again.
"Hi, hello. I’m so sorry I know the airport is hard for you to get to so you’re probably already on your way. But my flight got cancelled." On the other end of the line you here a muffled voice address your friend.
"Oh good, they found room for me on another flight. It only leaves two hours later too."
You stop dead, your long time best friend you met online, the one who had been saving all year to come visit.
"What time does your clock say? I need asked."
"I keep it covered. Ever since I was little I wanted it to be a surprise. Why do you ask?"

It’s not supposed to be like this you think to yourself as you walk down the street, feet falling on the pavement a little harder than they used to, not when he was still alive and you could walk light as a feather. He was here and then he was gone and now you’re alone and it’s not fair you keep thinking. You know, you know life is not fair, that nothing really lasts forever and people die, you know that. But of all the people why him? Why then? Why ever?

Now you sleep alone, you’ve been sleeping alone for years and it’s all you’re going to do. Sleep alone, wake up alone, you blink rapidly when you think that you’re going to die alone. But that’s what it comes down to now, learning to live alone, learning how to breathe again in those constricting, cloying, near choking moments when you lay down at night and the blood rushing in your ears in the quiet night is the word: alone. Learning to move again, to get out of bed and get the cereal out of the cupboard, turn shower knobs and put keys into doors.

Reminding yourself that it’s one step at a time not one day at a time because a whole day is too big to face alone and as long as you keep taking a step forward at a time you’re going to be ok, you’ll get through this just breathe and walk, breathe and walk. But still you wish that you didn’t have to do it alone, didn’t have to do it alone and you wouldn’t have to if he was still alive.

You remember the day your clock went blank, when the little zero faded and the short heat on your wrist. You hoped it wasn’t true, hoped it was a malfunction. Then the police called, told you about the accident, how sorry they were for your loss. You sat down on the couch, the old tattered couch and the tears stopped before they began and you laid down and stared blankly into space until you felt hungry and decided to make something to eat.

A stranger bumps into you on the side walk and their brief case collides with your wrist. They’re gone in a moment, weaving through the crowd. You glance at your wrist and your eyes widen. It hasn’t- it can’t. You screw your eyes shut and open them again to make sure it’s real.

Your clock isn’t blank any more

Two words: Match found

Then numbers, 00/3/19/02/34

0 years, 3 months, 19 days, 2 hours, 34 minutes

Someone, somewhere, somehow is your soul mate. You have another soul mate. You’ve heard about this, sometimes when soul mates break up or get divorced their clocks re-awaken years later but you never dared hope, never dreamed yours would. 

You have another soul mate


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Anonymous said:

Could you please do a clip of Team Rocket using insults that are a lot heavier than “twerp”?

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I HAVE NA EEVER LAGUHED SO HA RD IN MY ENTRE L IF E

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