❝Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.❞ -- [GoT, pg. 379]
The Kate to my Sawyer
The Carrie to my Brody
The Godric to my Eric
Butterflies
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The lost boys.
Proof that Ron Weasley didn’t realize Hermione Granger was a girl until their fourth year.
Look guys I made you a thing
JAMI, YOU’RE GOLDEN.
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.”
I thought I was lonely.
i am not ashamed to say i just found some tears running down my face. that is so awful i am crying. and listening to a song about loneliness is not helping.
Even if the dream of Tallahassee had been lost along the years, they ended up living in a house by the beach - in Storybrooke, Maine.
Possible Swanfire/thief beach houses for reasons..
Hook lifted his sword protectively in front of his face, the clawed fingers of the figure pushing it closer and closer to his chin. She was tall, willowy, long blonde hair following in a wildly, mossy tangle down her back. Long, bronze legs tucked up into an earthen dress, bare feet dirt-covered, and teeth pointed and bare.
“Tinkerbell,” Hook gasped. (x)
* Fair WARNING: Might contain very spoiler-y hints on what’s going to happen.
