I hate everything

🌸🌸🌸#hi (Taken with instagram)

haha i carry my baby pitbull in that bag

Tell me I’m your national anthem 🌟🌟 (Taken with instagram)

Creep it real (Taken with instagram)

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

Got more issues than Vogue (Taken with Instagram at Hokulani Bake Shop)

blua:

A man in Japan effectively used the solar eclipse to propose to his girlfriend.

officially the only way anybody is going to get me to marry them

end of story

My whole life is just one big #wine tasting (Taken with Instagram at Waikiki Wine Closet)

#dope (Taken with Instagram at Smokeys)

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.

Settled for a new lipstick color 💄#chanel (Taken with Instagram at Nordstrom)

My moon and me not as good as we’ve been it’s the dirtiest clean I know #feist #tattoo (Taken with instagram)

Elvira Madigan, aka Hedvig Jensen, was a Danish circus tightrope walker died tragically young with her lover after he deserted the army for her. They were chased by officials, sleeping in barns and abandoned houses until they killed each other in a suicide pact.

This picture was taken in 1880.