Isn’t life funny
that some days
you know with confidence
that you
are the peach,
sweet and full of
life
while on others
you suspect
with quiet apprehension
that instead
you
are the bruise
that is so
carefully and
meticulously
eaten around.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
This isn’t an ode because men
are raised to be strong and silent
and do things without the need
for praise and remembrance,
for recognition and for tips of the cap
or nods of the head. This is,
instead, a quiet and sincere whisper
to the stoic and proud faces that’ve
seen staring back at us with…
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in…
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Quote of the Day: Don’t mind me, just leaving this here and getting as far away as possible.
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Quote of the Day: Don’t mind me, just leaving this here and getting as far away as possible.
[sirmitchell.]
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Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult (via kari-shma)
10 months ago
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.
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Chuck Palahniuk (via aviruswithshoes)
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n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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Andrew McMahon (via withlovefromcarolina)
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