Staying up all night texting/ talking and laughing
Waking up excited to read texts
Looking forward to talking about how our days went
The way that laugh sounds
Those brows, Those eyes
Sending/ receiving funny/ dorky pictures
Learning new things from…
Wanting to be a better person from…
—The breath of fresh air I became addicted to
"You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, ‘Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.
… And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.”
The most important and most necessary part of any Thanksgiving is reblogging anything from this scene. Christina Ricci is immortalized thanks to this one scene alone.
EMMA PICKETT HAS BEEN MISSING SINCE 8AM THIS MORNING WE DO NOT HAVE A CLUE WHERE SHE IS AND EVERYONE IS FLIPPING OUT. SHE HAS WHITE PLATINUM BLONDE HAIR BUT HAS RECENTLY DYED IT WITH A SHADE OF PURPLE. SHES A LOCAL GIRL FROM CUPERTINO HIGH SCHOOL, IF YOU HAVE SEEN ANYONE THAT LOOKS LIKE HER MESSAGE Kaz Matsui SO HE CAN NOTIFY HER PARENTS SHES A SWEETHEART AND I CANT BELIEVE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHER PEOPLE. WE NEED HER BACK HOME.
IF YOU LIVE ANYWHERE NEAR THE BAY AREA OR SANTA CLARA AREA PLEASE KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THIS GIRL
*************UPDATE:PEOPLE HAVE CURRENTLY JUST TRACED HER PHONE TO THE PALO ALTO AREA, IF YOU LIVE NEAR THERE PLEASE KEEP AN EYE OUT KNOW ITS DARK OUTSIDE BUT WE NEED HER HOME****************
GUYS PLEASE HELP IF YOU LIVE IN THE BAY AREA
guys this is really important and relevant RIGHT NOW this girl went missing this morning
*By “this morning” we mean Wednesday, the 13th of November 2013, so yes, this is super recent plz boost
Let’s do what we can, everyone
I WANT TO CLEAR SOME THINGS UP.
Emma Pickett has been missing since 8am, the morning of Tuesday, November the 12th. She is 5’8”, roughly 110 pounds, with purple-grey hair and blue-green eyes. She left wearing a beanie that says “Stay Cute” and a sweater like the one in the picture I’ll include. The last time anyone has heard from her was 11 am yesterday (Tuesday the twelfth). I’ve spoken with her friend Martin and he says that when he spoke with her on the phone, at around eleven, she had had a sip of vodka and was apparently intoxicated. She’s very tall and very tiny, so only a small amount of alcohol could have done that to her. She sent a few messages to people such as Martin and myself saying things to the effect of “I love you, I’m sorry.” The police traced the last call/text she made to the Palo Alto area, about fifteen minutes outside of her home in Cupertino. Kazuma Matsui’s brother got an anonymous tip yesterday, as follows
I took these screencaps at 1:35 Central Standard Time, which is 11:35 Pacific Standard time, which means Kaz’s brother probably got this text around 11:21 pm last night, November the twelfth. Kaz and the police went out looking for her at the park and the surrounding area and didn’t find anything. Still no phone or car.
Emma’s mother (I am in direct contact with her) says this about her phone “I think her phone is off; of course I’ve left messages, but police said cell checks show no activity (& they have ATT doing ping checks every 15 min). I think she knew we would track her; she’s smart”
and this about the police’s efforts “The police have a state wide alert for license plate & are going to put out a press alert on evening news I think”
As of right now, 8:09 PST, they have not located Emma, her car, her phone, or anything that ties into her.
The license plate on her car is 4PIJ247. PLEASE LOOK FOR A BLACK JAGUAR (ABOUT A 2002) WITH THIS LICENSE PLATE.
We’re exploring all options. If you find out anything at all about Emma, please contact me, Paige on Emma’s blog, dogbun or at (760) 914-1623, Kaz on dog-san, or call (408) 299-2311 (this is the number the deputy gave me yesterday when she called) and tell them you have information about Emma Pickett.
Please hope really hard and pray, if that’s your thing.
Also, for the record, this is very real. This is very very real. Please message me if you have any questions or if you need for me to affirm the reality of this situation for you. I assure you that when Emma is found, she will be coming home to a good place. Again, if you don’t trust contacting me, please call the deputy. I am Emma’s girlfriend, and I’m very much in love with her. I want nothing but her safe return.
Here are a few more pictures for clarification.
(third one from the left—THIS IS THE SWEATER/HAT I BELIEVE SHE WAS WEARING WHEN SHE LEFT)
(this is an old picture from January but it’s still pretty accurate)
Thank you so so much. I appreciate everything you’re all doing.
VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ
How to scare your wife by Ellen DeGeneres
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?
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.
“Your 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.”
OH MY LORD HELP