Sophie: Did you use your magic to make this?
Howl: Only a little, just to help the flowers grow.
Oh? Shall we celebrate?
…I find it hilarious that I went to a sex shop on the first day of National Masturbation Month. Wheee!
The Pie Maker wanted to tell Chuck that he liked watching the moment she waked, that it was like watching her come back to life, again. So instead he said nothing.
I love to love bittersweet romances.
3:02 PM
School just isn’t my strong suit right now. Ugh.
5:39 AM
I wish at least one of my friends watched as much BBC as I do…

12:36 AM
Life of the single girl:
Order food for delivery from your ex’s workplace. Super cute/nice/funny delivery guy. Find out he has a girlfriend.
Japan Earthquake: Two Months Later
Two months ago this week, on March 11, the 9.0-magnitude earthquake and tsunami struck northeastern Japan. As of today, nearly 15,000 deaths have been confirmed, and more than 10,000 remain listed as missing. In some coastal communities, where the ground has sunk lower than the high tide mark, residents are still adjusting to twice-daily flooding. Many thousands still reside in temporary shelters because their homes were either destroyed or lie within the exclusion zone around the damaged Fukushima Dai-ichi nuclear power plant. Now that tourism season has arrived, Japan — especially Fukushima prefecture — is finding itself hit by yet another disaster: visits to the country have dropped by 50 percent.
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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.
