gonna have my boyfriend weld me one of these lol
The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one… not ‘til now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I wanna tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when wild horses ran free.
voting against gay marriage is like ordering a piece of cake at a restaurant and having a complete stranger be like “waiter, cancel that cake”
"waiter cancel that cake it’s ruining my cake and i don’t know how to explain it to my children"
"my dietbook said I can’t have cake so throw that guy’s cake away too."
Why isn’t there an eraser that makes it so you can go back and erase embarrassing things that happened in your life so you don’t have to have a random flashback about how much of a loser you really are like geez comeon technology
i got the chills reading this. absolutely beautiful
my bones feel chipped in the places you touched me
my lips still ache when i remember how hard you kissed me at the airport
when you traced your fingers down my arm
you got distracted by what was on tv
pausing every few seconds
and each time you started again
i wanted you to press your nails into my skin
so that i would have your lines to hover over
when you decided to leave
i can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name
and how messily you gave me my first kiss
because it wasn’t like the movies: slow and sweet
it was unexpected and exhilarating
i see your name everywhere
though you’d write that off as meaningless
“everything can have a reason if you want it to”
you said to me spitefully during our last phone call
i’ve washed my sheets three times since you left
and i still smell you in the threads
my room is stained with splotches of you
when i stand in my closet i remember where your bag was
and the guitar pick you found on the ground
you were my first
i wasn’t yours
your new girlfriend is so thin and beautiful
and i remember when the vomit rose to my throat
after the anxiety became too much
because i felt so bad that you flew 1,600 miles
to fuck someone fatter than you
i’m 70 percent water
and i keep trying to cry you out of my system
but the salty tears just make my cheeks raw
i cancelled the flight to phoenix yesterday
i was supposed to see you tonight at 11:16 p.m.
i can’t find anything poetic about that.
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.
“A cryptozoologist has suggested that the 52-Hertz whale could even be lonelier than we realize, a hybrid between two different species of whale, or the last survivor of an unidentified species, plying the oceans in a doomed search for another of its kind, singing its broken song.”
I thought I was lonely.
That is one of the saddest articles I have ever read in my life.
Yep, my heart just cracked in two.
SCIENCE, TALK TO THE POOR LONELY WHALE SOMEONE BE THIS WHALES FRIEND
Oh my god
aww poor whale I’ll be friends with you. Followers let’s be friends with her.
i have no interest in small talk tell me about you childhood and what your parents are like and how many siblings you have and if you are afraid of death or if you believe in an afterlife and what your favorite movie is and if you like romantic comedies or horror movies or action movies and what kind of music you like and why and tell me the bands or artists you loved in middle school but are too ashamed to admit to anyone else and