
(Credit: Vaughn Pinpin AKA Hatboy on tumblr)
The wet leaves muffle my footsteps like a soggy, brown pillow, as I walk through the silent forest, looking for the next one.
I wonder whether they are happy when I catch them, whether they see me as a new friend or as a kidnapper tearing them away from friends and family. Why would they fight for me though if the latter were the case?
Do pokemon have Stockholm syndrome?
D. Wallace Peach
/ November 10, 2016Nice!
W. R. Woolf
/ November 12, 2016Thank you 🙂