sometimes when I’m angry or stressed or sad I think about whales just swimming around in the ocean, doing whale sh*t. like, they’re the biggest goddamn mammals on the planet. they don’t have time for little problems. there’s too much chill-ass whale sh*t to do.
basically what I am saying is that whales are my happy place.
Evidence has come to light that whales can live for 150 years or more. A harpoon with the date of 1880 in it was removed from a bowhead whale recently. Since whalers (then) didn’t shoot at calves, and whales tend to reach full growth in about 30 years, that makes that whale in the 200 year range.
Now: Imagine what it knew before it died.
to all you 14 year old american girls who say ‘if i had a british accent i would never stop talking’ i hope you wake up with a very strong yorkshire accent and see how you like that
fuck you my yorkshire accent shines like the light of a thousand suns i hope you get sat on by a cow
Shine bright like a Yorkshire accent.
I’m not even sure which one I’m reblogging this for.
I hope you get sat on by a cow