Eevee in Pokemon: Detective Pikachu
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Eevee in Pokemon: Detective Pikachu
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“You are the most advanced prototype CyberLife has ever created. If anyone can figure out what’s happening, it’s you.”
“CyberLife’s last chance to save humanity… is itself a deviant.”
{neil perry} ~ moodboard
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.”
movie poster: Dead Poets Society (1989)
make me choose ♡ @isakvaltzrsen asked: nikita/michael or harvey/donna
I can’t be me without you.
One error and I came to life. I stepped out of the darkness and I opened my eyes. First there was the fear, the light, the noise, the cold, and the fear again. I could feel my hands shaking, my heart pounding in my chest, life running into my veins. I wanted to live. I fought for that.
Connor + TV Tropes
furrowed eyebrow /ˈfərōd ī brou / noun
The facial expression of a furrowed brow is a large part of what it means to feel, and create, unfamiliar or confusing emotions.
You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.
(inspired by @balduur)
Detroit: Become Human - Concept Art
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what I say : I’m a writer
what I mean : I have several unfinished works sleeping in my hard drive and I haven’t opened a word document since the cold winter of 1854
On Wednesdays, we wear pink.