mrschriskendall:

everyone has their little friend group thing on here where they send ask’s to each other and tinychat with each other and text each other and do like everything together and have inside jokes and then there is me waiting to get into a group

(via dumbfangirl)

brittapperry:

Top 50 TV Characters | Jess Mariano

You have nothing? I have nothing! I have no place to go! I can’t stay at Luke’s, I can’t stay in Stars Hollow, my mother’s a wack job! I mean, you’re saying you’re this loser and what- you don’t want to take me off this terrific path I’m headed down right now? I’m not graduating high school! I don’t know what I’m gonna do with the rest of my life but something’s telling me I better find out soon or I’m gonna be that guy out there on the boardwalk selling the hemp hats!

(Source: let--yourselfgo, via stoogle)

so-easily:

Saw this picture on the Roland Garros site and yeah.. this had to happen.

so-easily:

Saw this picture on the Roland Garros site and yeah.. this had to happen.

(via fedalswag)

akimihikari:

jasmine-blu:

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.

akimihikari:

jasmine-blu:


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.

(Source: erickimberlinbowley, via booksandwildthings)

siriuslysalvatore:

are you ever just reading a book and you come across word that you don’t know how to pronounce so you just go afkjhjdsfsjkdhs in your head

(via donttrustlittlefinger)

deathandmilk:

Read more.

No, it’s not a link. Just read more.

(via gendrybaratheonn)

rafaelnadalfans:

Rafael Nadal Through Time (II)

(via rafa-sdimples)

weasleysweaters:

If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.

(via capitolgoods)