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"What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?"

- Maggie O’Farrell, After You’d Gone (via vrban)

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sullenmoons:

Rose McGowan photographed by Michael Stipe for Detour Magazine, 1997

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shattyice:

chimchimchurro-o:

battleroyalewith-cheese:

Why don’t dogs get to see the world too?

This dog is literally smiling.

Oh my god

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"I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost."

- Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World  (via whyallcaps)

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error888:

9-year-old Drew Barrymore lights Stephen King’s cigarette at the Maine premiere of Firestarter in 1984: OldSchoolCool
glamorousvintagesoul:

Dita Von Teese

heatoise:

*sees a dog*

me: holy shit

(via mustachecurse)

cramp:

this dog is so happy, i bet it has it’s life together
tokes-for-the-road:

healthyprettythings:
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.”


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