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ookamixchan97:

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

I know the feeling this whale gets. It’s like I can give you all the clues in the world, yet you still wouldn’t be able to see how lonely, sad, and scared I truly am. It means a lot if you just come up to me and have a conversation that absolutely makes no sense at all. Now, when I go home, I deal with many things. One of them is knowing that I don’t have a place to go when I hear the yelling in the other room. Another is just sitting there, alone on the edge of my bed, wishing so badly that one of my closest friends was there telling me “It’ll be okay; You’re not alone.” I mean just by typing this, my eyes are starting to water as my heart fills with grief. If I smile, laugh, or at least have a small gleam in my eye, it makes me feel good inside. Now, I rarely do that at home. I’m not asking for your sympathy, I’m just asking you to tell me “I’ll be here no matter what” the next time you see me. Honestly, I can’t stand life anymore. I just really need someone to lend me their shoulder so I can cry on it. I doubt I’ll last the summer. Much less high school. So if you do happen to reblog this and you know someone who starts to separate themselves from the crowd, space out with a sad look in their eyes, tell them that you won’t be leaving their side any time soon and make sure they don’t do something stupid. Take it from a person who almost always does this, with no one saying “You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.” It’s been a really long time since I’ve heard something along the lines of that. It kills me thinking that no one loves me, they want nothing to do with me, and facing the fact that I’ll probably be alone for quite a while. And I know that when one of my friends do read this, they’re probably gonna want to slap me for thinking the exact opposite of what they feel. Like I said, keep an eye on that one friend, because you have no idea what their next move will be.

this person said exactly what I’ve been trying to say in a long time. replace high school with the rest of my life. I never finished high school anyway.

(Source: erickimberlinbowley)

fat-birds:

kidas-hips: Two, fluffy and fat baby falcons that have taken residence in a business building in downtown Manchester New Hampshire. This webcam is open 24/7.

http://spectraaccess.com/falcon2/camera1.html?buffer=5

whoop, I’m going to be keeping this tab open.

there’s one preening right now

vasyenka:

minnyrin:

endling:

mikikoponczeck:

Katamariiiiii! :D (or should I say, kata-miki! AFUFUFU )

You know, the hardest part is working in the lipstick through the beard.

Fact: Cerebella’s outfit makes your tits grow.

Granted, I cheated a little and used a base for a chibi I started on~

(Source: zeekayart)