Grey Area

It's just where I wanted it to be.

I can’t fucking write.

The problem with apps like Tinder, is that it gives people a sense of higher standards. I say a sense of higher standards, because I find myself swiping left on people that I know I would talk to at a bar or social event, but due to the ability to aim higher, per se, I ignore that. In this retrospective moment, I realize that Im probably missing out on meeting good people because I’m looking at faces and bodies and searching for a gorgeous sexual partner rather than anything else, even though I don’t have any intention of sleeping with them. How many other people go through this exact thing? How many others are needlessly lonely because of the face buffet?

paradox221bbakerstreet:

I’m so amused because when Steven Spielberg was making Jurassic Park he’s like ‘I want 10 ft’ velociraptors and everyone else is like ‘Steven no, they weren’t that big’ and he’s just like

‘well damn imma put them in the movie anyway’

and then during filming some random palaeontologists found actual 10 ft velociraptor skeletons and Spielberg was probably like ‘told ya so’

The velociraptors that everypne equates to Jurassic park are more akin to Dienonychus. Velociraptorae are a family of a genus, not a specific type. Many sizes and many shapes.

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paradox221bbakerstreet:

I’m so amused because when Steven Spielberg was making Jurassic Park he’s like ‘I want 10 ft’ velociraptors and everyone else is like ‘Steven no, they weren’t that big’ and he’s just like

‘well damn imma put them in the movie anyway’

and then during filming some random palaeontologists found actual 10 ft velociraptor skeletons and Spielberg was probably like ‘told ya so’

10 ft velociraptors were a different sub genus.

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paradox221bbakerstreet:

I’m so amused because when Steven Spielberg was making Jurassic Park he’s like ‘I want 10 ft’ velociraptors and everyone else is like ‘Steven no, they weren’t that big’ and he’s just like

‘well damn imma put them in the movie anyway’

and then during filming some random palaeontologists found actual 10 ft velociraptor skeletons and Spielberg was probably like ‘told ya so’

Velociraptorae are a family of dinosaurs. Dienonychus

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nitrqin:

ok just because i want i cant find it anywhere ;u; they also wear cothurnus, bleh i’ll go find another one (what is this style called guys)

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I’d call noir post-grunge

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nitrqin:

ok just because i want i cant find it anywhere ;u; they also wear cothurnus, bleh i’ll go find another one (what is this style called guys)

♡ checking out all blogs that ask 

I’d call noir post-grunge

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I keep starting this in my head. Again and again. Never the same.

I want to invade your personal air space and occupy your affections.

I want to embrace the self you want to be and bury your distrust and misery.

Can you relate to hating the time we spend hating the time we don’t spend together?

If I’m always so corny, does that mean that below the surface I’m sweet and delicious and get stuck in your head?

Lavishly endowed gifts of bewildering endearment, draped across the finery of your figure.

Yield your whims to my direction and shut your eyes while I cannibalize the nectar between your thighs.

Fields of yellowed, wilted dreams. Obsessively categorized to please.

Stereotype my fragility, to fall prey to the originality of disassociated fallacy.


What happens when I want to write but can’t find a topic. 2 sentence starters to see what fits my mood. In this case, I’m just sharing. Maybe I’ll do something later.

I don’t try to smother people, but it’s kinda hard not to fuck up sometimes.

tearsforfears:

You don’t give me love!

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tearsforfears:

You don’t give me love!

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tvvink:

pro’s of dating me

  • i love being cuddled
  • i will kiss u literally whenever u want 24/7
  • i look gross so you will always seem more attractive by comparison

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I woke up with you on my breath. Famished for lust. A muse worth a lakh of rupees. Lacking you, this day is a trudge through muddy crusted thoughts of wind swept shores and crescent moons. Sooner or later, it will abate, but I’ll hate myself for letting it go. Letting it slow my pulse and calm my nerves. Swerving drunken on sunken memories. Effervescent eyes burned into my mind’s eye unblinkingly. Unerringly guiding the twists of intent. Unleashed torments of agonized longing. My closed eyes lie to me. A form exposed denying perception. These collections of want are wontonly spewing through my polluted abyss, persisting on the lifeblood of my cancerous affliction. My addiction. My feverish haste to make waste of your innocence with dominance and soft hands. Blending reality without morality. 50 shades of you. All this is yours, abhorrent and torrid. Flawed and subservient. Grasp with clenched fists the surface of our tryst and anchor deeply for the world is young and time is fleetingly speeding forth. This dream is mine. What’s yours?