Mere seconds is all it took
Another drink passing from hand to hand
It meant nothing at the time,
Of course it didn’t seem of consequence
And the drinks, they passed my lips and many others
Around around in circles they went and soon we went with them
Until another moment, where two people and the stars are all that is left
The fire at our feet crackling, the words on our lips flowing and the lingering influence of drink in our bodies as they draw closer still
And the world spins a little faster
The drinks are leading the dance now
The two unable to do anything but join

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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.

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Every holiday, even the ones that no one remembers.

This happens

This monumental hiccup, a gigantic loss of shit.

It never has anything to do with where or when, it is always about us.

About what is wrong with us.

All the things I have done that make you so angry

All these things you could have told me about before

And all the little moments I wouldn’t even remember.

This is the hiccup, an explosion of these things and moments and phrases I said.

Why couldn’t this have just passed.

I am a teenager and you are an adult.

There doesn’t need to be condescending talk, or one of us crying.

It could work if given the chance.

But here I am, my eyes swollen and mind full of hate

And you up there, punching things and pounding things like you give a fuck.

It hurts me to know that I am just as guilty of this as anyone else.

I wish I could be better to show someone that it’s possible to feel beautiful

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Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?

I’m not going to lie, I had no plans to do so. I feel like I should now

imaginarygenius asked: You didn't have an ask on your other page, but my name is Todd Keller, and I'm not much of a handholder myself.

Ah shit, this must be awkward for you… well that’s a damn shame. Maybe you’d like it if you gave it a chance!