A kinda digital scrapbook because sometimes I feel like my brain might overflow, and I need somewhere to put all the random things that I can look back on :)

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Colly Strings | Manchester Orchestra 


Well don’t stop calling, you’re the reason I love losing sleep.

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I miss you more than you know <33500 miles, no phone and no internet SUCKS 

I miss you more than you know <3
3500 miles, no phone and no internet SUCKS 

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I feel sorry for people who aren’t lucky enough to have experienced a proper love filled relationship, and for those who have to look for fault when others are happy. I feel sorry for them, but I really wish they’d go away.

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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.

It’s me if I was a whale.

D&#8217;:

youwillneverreignsupreme:

epic-humor:

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.

It’s me if I was a whale.

D’:

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