
I laughed out loud at this one. For a long time.
“You know those days when you want rain but all you get is the smell beforehand? That’s how I feel.”
If we were clouds, you’re the highest one.“Yeah.”
And probably the biggest.“It’s all your fault.”
The one that you only see when you’re content on the grass with the best time of your life.“Yeah.”

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.
huntingvoldemortinamobilelibrary:
do you think when johnny depp agrees to be in a movie with a different director he goes home at night and tim burton is just there with his face pressed against the window and johnny has to close the curtains to avoid feeling guilty
johnny depp’s face is so white it can’t be obscured by curtains it just gleams straight through them this was tim burton’s plan all along so that if it ever transpired that depp was working with any other director burton would be able to locate him no matter what
Those words are similar to the title of a story I wrote.
It was a really depressing story.
I liked it, though.