Your dad was into mother nature before you were and he has the tent popping skills to prove it. He knew that partying in the city was played out, so he stepped his game up and stepped into the great outdoors. With his Igloo cooler filled with sangria and man musk scented flannel, he marched cocksure into the wilderness. He was the Bear Grylls of his generation, but unlike Bear, he drank fragrant wine instead of his fragrant piss.
So hipsters, next time you’re packing up the 1990 Volvo wagon to escape into nature because “those fucking mainstream ass hats” have gentrified your once beautiful urban landscape, remember this…
The great outdoors were just the outdoors until your dad got there.
Thanks to Korin L. for submitting her awesome dad’s photo
I love this Tumblr. So good.
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A few images from my new jewelry collection are up here:
summer perfection.
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so we realized we skipped the friday five last week. i know, we were just as sad as you were. but did you see what we revealed in it’s place? those girls are insanely creative, so we didn’t think you would be too mad at us. but we are happy to say we are back on track this week and without further jibber jabber…enjoy your friday five.
I was in 20 Best Twenty’s Friday Five last week! Yay!
beauty from Megan Boltz.
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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.
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