I’m totally living the fox and the hound right now. My best friend has been brainwashed into a domestic mind set, where as for me I was born to be wild. Domesticated people tend to not like those who are wild cause they see them as a threat. But in all reality they are just jealous. Jealous they aren’t brave enough to live the life they want to. But all this commotion along with the last couple of weeks’ commotion has got me asking myself who my real friends really are… :/

"I’m so high, I skinned my knee on Pluto"

uhh… me
Charmeleon Pokemon