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India is home to the Ratufa indica, or the Malabar giant squirrel, which can grow up to three feet in length. They are capable of jumping 20 feet between trees and unlike their counterparts who bury their food, they store theirs in the treetops. – WTF Fun Facts

Nightcrawler (2014)

1 hr 57 min | Drama, Crime, Thriller | Dir. Dan Gilroy | Rated R

When Louis Bloom, a con man desperate for work, muscles into the world of L.A. crime journalism, he blurs the line between observer and participant to become the star of his own story.

all wrapped up in light blue silk, and crushed velvet. I am a pale sun covered with paper-thin lace--that is me, lounging on your dirty, grainy bed. I've got the almond eyes, blinking up at you behind delicate lashes. then, tell me i'm pretty all undressed and bony under thin covers and thinner sheets. you say that i am a girl threatening to fall off the face of the planet. i say i'm trying to reach heaven. grab my hand, don't let me drift off.

here it is, the fantasy you have of me but i'm real and the fantasy only exists when you're asleep. but tell me i'm pretty when you're awake and the girl you're looking at is still a pale sun covered in paper-thin lace but she's not soft and muted, but angry, raging, sending solar-flares of terror and anxiety. she has the almond eyes but also the flat plane of nose and mouth and chin. will you still tell me i'm pretty when you're hovering over the bed to find a space between my thighs and when the girl that was once flying away is instead stuck to the ground--now, you will tell me that i'm trying to be like quick-sand. 

send a package

make a crown

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in those silly fantasies i have in my head, you're sleeping next to me and my eyes flutter open. flutter because our eyelids are synonymous with the quiet beating of butterfly wings. but my eyes flutter open and you're humming, vibrating, close to me. a warm cocoon. i smile. lean down, and pick up my laptop. or maybe a notebook. which one makes me look artsy-er. you'd think i was living a life of visual art. paying attention to what others will pay attention to. but my fingers are nimble--dancing over the keyboard, notebook, whatever, quick to catch this silent moment of togetherness. 

dance because the tips are my nails are ballerinas. i am dainty. so all of my limbs dance. stomp? never stomp. never trudge, or slam, or crush. pound.

pounding heart, in my chest, i'm too overwhelmed to continue.

three things happen:

1. close laptop

2. lay back down.

3. fall in love.