my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent
its good
thank you
i want to do that too
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
feel you
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send your tumblr
i love it here
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like first name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
that looks like my instagram account
lol
abrar?
i have read not even 1 book
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
yeah
plato