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From a distant memory

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ഞാൻ ആരാ

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When Kamal made me into a character for a University project

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Choose one thing

and try to be the best at it

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Okay science side of tumblr can someone with a phd tell me that it is actually doable and I wont die from stress while trying to get one because I soooo desperately want to be able to do research but all I see online is like “getting a phd is like working two jobs while studying YOU WILL GET BURNT OUT” and I think I’m gonna cry

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I think finding a good tailor will make my life infinitely better

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brianna pastor

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What chatgpt thinks I look like

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I just want to get done with my phd and become a Dr

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The calmer you are, the clearer you think.

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Thinking about how wild it is that enshittification starts as a way for the rich to squeeze the populace for more money but ends up infecting everything so even luxury products decline in quality. They’ve got more money than fucking God now and for what? Literally they can’t even buy fun nice stuff for themselves because they killed craft.

Anyway this post is about Dhaka muslin but it’s also about everything.

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“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin