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Hello. I'm Fernanda. Sixteen years old. From Brasil. \( °ᴥ°)/\(°ᴥ° )/ I like doing nothing. I hate studying. I hate most people. I am not an otaCu nor weeaboo. I do not have time for such thing.
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ＨＥＬＬＯ。
わたしはフェルナンダで、十六才です。 ブラジルからです。 わたしは何もしないのが好きです。 勉強するのが嫌いです。 ほとんどの人も嫌いです。 時間がないから、weeaboo/otaCuではありません。
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ですですですです。(日本語はまだ難しいです。。）
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Olá. Fernanda, 16 anos, brasileira. Eu gosto de fazer nada. Eu odeio estudar e a maioria das pessoas. Não sou weeaboo e nem otaCu. Não tenho tempo pra isso.
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ahhh my goal.
im gonna reblog this picture...
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Semi-realistic Eye tutorial. Hope you guys find it useful ^^
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Full version of my comic Counting Stars, which I drew for a competition.
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Siga-me
“Aint Lion”
I need this lion.
This lion is good for my self esteem.
(via ambulance-shotgun)
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA ABBATH JOKES ARE THE BEST JOKES
Abbath is the dancing queen.
(via belalugosisdead)
:B
I AM THAT MANATEE
Holyshit it’s Loki
(via trashrealm)
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.”
Deceased
rip me
Dead.
OMFG, these comments.
Full version of my comic Counting Stars, which I drew for a competition.
(via ambulance-shotgun)
