We pin our dreams and wishes to the stars in the sky. Humans are really cute. Even though it won’t work anyway, When something good does happen, we want to believe that it was the stars who did it so badly, We call out our thanks to the star-dusted sky. ~ The little boy dashed out of the door and pushed his hands towards the sky. They seemed to spin over his head merrily, as though inviting him to come and play with them. “X, what are you doing? It’s cold out here.” Despite an old, tired-sounding voice saying that, a pair of blue-veined hands caught the boy under his armpits and lifted him up onto a pair of shou

   Archive    The Lonely Whale’s Cry for Love `techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)      :iconharousel: harousel (https://www.deviantart.com/harousel)      Aquarian Twitter Facebook Google+     52 Hertz Whale:     Is Anyone Out There? Each year he makes his migration south from the Aleutian Islands to a breeding area in the Pacific Ocean parallel to Central California, looking for a mate. Unlike other blue and fin whales, his more than 6000 miles a year round-trip swim is a solitary one. He does not travel along with the blues or the fins, because he is neither. He is most probably either a hybrid blue whale or he is deformed. Sight and smell are virtually worthless as