Some new lyrics. Music to come.

Bruises are color coded
Coinciding with the day they appear
Black to blue and yellow and green
The scene still reeks of gasoline
I hear your song echo echo
From 6 feet under ground
I heard my heart fracture
Like the glass in the road
And it echoes it echoes
Like a flower sprung from the ground
It echoes it echoes
Like when the mountains surround
How quickly a memory fades
Perfectly preserved in space
I can’t remember your face
But your song it is my saving grace
I hear your song echo echo
From 6 feet underground
Like when the mountains surround
Like a flower sprung from the ground
Like a gun just fired a round
Like a headstone put in the ground

I’m not sure but somehow
I can still hear you in my ear
I’m not sure how this all works
But I know that you’re gone from here

im crying now.

(via teteho)

matter can neither be created nor destroyed.

love isn’t matter.

or should i say..

love doesn’t matter.

inothernews:

FAT PUG IN A LITTLE SWIMSUIT A two-year-old Pug named Bentley rides a wave as he competes in the 20lbs and under heat at the 4th annual Helen Woodward Animal Centre Surf Dog Surf-A-Thon in Del Mar, California.  (Photo: Reuters via the Telegraph)

erickimberlinbowley:

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.

This has been a real breath of fresh air today.

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