Sansa slipped in among them, murmuring greetings as she worked her way toward the front. She recognized black-skinned Jalabhar Xho, gloomy Ser Aron Santagar, the Redwyne twins Horror and Slobber… only none of them seemed to recognize her. Or if they did, they shied away as if she had the grey plague. Sickly Lord Gyles covered his face at her approach and feigned a fit of coughing, and when funny drunken Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and he turned away.
And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time.
when u forced to take a picture at a party u dont wanna be at
hi im here to ruin everything
I know this is from the onion but I honestly don’t even doubt it
call it cat therapy
I always reblog the loneliest whale. I wish they could hear you lovely girl. Your pitch is just out of their range.
You talk and no one ever hears you. Not a sound.
Maybe someday you will find a deaf whale that can’t hear anything and won’t know the difference. Then you can find some happiness.
Good luck whale. I’m still rooting for you.
The whale is the only one known to produce “songs” at 52Hz. Although the sonic signature is that of a whale, the frequency is unique & no other whale answers back. You can listen to the song HERE (It is sped up to 520 Hz) The whale travels up and down the ocean singing in hope of meeting some friends. But in the end, its useless because it will probably never get a response…
A 50-day search for the lonely whale will start this Fall for a documentary.