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

its good

i love it here

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

which magnetises chains of pins

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

like magnets

fw

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

thank you

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in

like first name

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

...

god being the centre magnet

what do you think my name is

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.