Happier Than I Deserve

Deserve's got nothing to do with it

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YO WHAT A NIGHT VALE GIVEAWAY HOLY SHIT


Hiya. So I’ve grown somewhat… disillusioned with the Welcome to Night Vale fandom. Don’t get me wrong I still love the content, but I don’t really have use for this merch anymore. So why not benefit from my change of heart!?

SO

What you’ll get is

1 Unisex medium Glow Cloud shirt, unworn and

A full set of Night Vale NRA bumper stickers, unused

** RULES **

One reblog per person, likes don’t count. No giveaway blogs please. 

You don’t have to be following me, but if you are I’ll throw in some art or candy or something ye?

I’ll pick the winner at random on the 31st of October 

I’ll ship anywhere yo

The winner will be notified via ask, so keep your inboxes open. If the winner does not respond within 48 hours I’ll choose a new winner at random. 

Good luck, listeners, good luck.

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We need to stop pitting girls against each other. We need to stop giving validation to novels and films that fetishize girls who say they “aren’t like other girls” as if there’s something inherently wrong with being a girl. We need to stop perpetuating the fallacy of the mythical “other girls” who all fit some made up stereotype that we teach our girls to be afraid of because “the right guys” don’t actually like “that kind of girl”. “That kind of girl” doesn’t exist, because girls are people and not objects that come in bulk.
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Winona Ryder [in high school] “I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’ ”

Winona Ryder [in high school]
“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.
Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’

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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.

“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.



That is one of the saddest articles I have ever read in my life.
Yep, my heart just cracked in two.

SCIENCE, TALK TO THE POOR LONELY WHALE SOMEONE BE THIS WHALES FRIEND

Oh my god

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healthyprettythings:


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.”

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I thought I was lonely.

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That is one of the saddest articles I have ever read in my life.

Yep, my heart just cracked in two.

SCIENCE, TALK TO THE POOR LONELY WHALE SOMEONE BE THIS WHALES FRIEND

Oh my god

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“That day she was amazed to discover that when he was saying ‘As you wish’, what he meant was ‘I love you’.”

There’s a shortage of perfect films in the world; it’d be a shame if you haven’t seen this one.

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