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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

hello reader,

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

plato

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

feel you

so an active mazelike process

i dont understand magnetisation

i was tempted to lie about my name

is this you as well

i really havent