Grey Area

Grey Area

There’s a little space, in between Yes and No. Between Right and Wrong. Between Good and Bad. It’s called the Grey Area. It’s where boundaries blur, vagueness reigns and circumstances shape morals.  We all find it so easy to think of people in terms of labels, instead of real human beings with complex beliefs and thinking processes. A quiet girl who prefers to sit alone and read rather than…

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At the groceries store

Me: can u give me x²+4y+ of tomatoes & 2(x²+8xy^3) of potatoes please

Seller: I dont understand

Me: well i dont give a fuck i didnt study in vain

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:

It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.

Caged For Posterity Sometimes, words escape me. They mock me, standing just out of reach, on the edge of my vision, tip of my tongue, a hair’s breadth away from my fingertips.

Sensitivity Feeling liable to be offended or hurt ‘Be a little more sensitive please’ The world asks us to fold our rough edges, use sandpaper on the splinters that have formed from being broken again and again.

Conventional

Conventional. One word, and so many restraints. One word, that like it’s meaning, changes with every person, every story, every scene. And therein lies the paradox of its meaning, unchanging, static, traditional. Something that confirms to the norms. Whose norms you ask? Yours. Mine. The stranger’s, who asked you the directions to the station. So you see, an ever-changing, dynamic thought, that…

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