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When people feel good, they look good.
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Take your time coming home, hear the wheels as they roll. Let your lungs fill up with smoke, forgive everyone. (x)
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Top 20 Fictional Characters | Lexie Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)
“Bow to me, for I am the queen of the interns.”
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Favourite Game Of Thrones Character→ Sansa Stark
Life Is Not A Song.
#BAAABBBBYYYY#my poor poor baby#she just wanted to go to the capitol and experience things that she'd heard songs about#she wanted to change her hair and look like a woman and be surrounded by good honourable men and knights of the realm#but it wasn't like that#it wasn't what she'd dreamed off as a little girl#it was everything but that#and just#MY BABY#sansa stark#game of thrones#queue
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the magic begins → a character youfeel the need towill always defend
“Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.”
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paulywesley asked: a photoset of george o’malley
“I’m an investigative sponge…”
hostile17spuffy asked: Dan Humphrey or Stefan Salvatore
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Annie Edison - Community (Season 1)
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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.
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.