HAFSA
Woke up thinking I need to do something I hate for some time (till the end of this month is the initial plan) after watching David Goggins and feeling like I'm a lazy bum(I wasn't joking when I said I'm getting into his content) So, we're gonna do a challenge…
update: I chased instant gratification and didn't hate myself today.
status: FAIL!!
status: FAIL!!
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I need someone who gives me exams before my actual exams start,
with real consequences
with real consequences
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Forwarded from Henok (Stellar🌌)
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Is she the chimney, or the smoke that passes through it?
She has absorbed the smoke, the smell, the dark, until she became it. She no longer recognises what’s left of her beyond the grime, the oily, oily grime.
She imagines she was a good chimney(if that’s even a thing)just to feel a little better about the burn mark she is.
She likes to think she made the world(that tiny hut) better by inhaling its excrement, by giving it back to clean air.
She knows she didn’t see much of it when she was clean at first. She thought, what a thing to be created as, what a purpose to serve. Alas.
Now she longs for a cleaning hand, something to clear the fog, to see past her black. Her tip has narrowed, and some of the smoke now bounces back, forcing the house to reflect what she has been for too long: a confinement for all that was left out.
'kill her, for she's a witch!!'
She has absorbed the smoke, the smell, the dark, until she became it. She no longer recognises what’s left of her beyond the grime, the oily, oily grime.
She imagines she was a good chimney(if that’s even a thing)just to feel a little better about the burn mark she is.
She likes to think she made the world(that tiny hut) better by inhaling its excrement, by giving it back to clean air.
She knows she didn’t see much of it when she was clean at first. She thought, what a thing to be created as, what a purpose to serve. Alas.
Now she longs for a cleaning hand, something to clear the fog, to see past her black. Her tip has narrowed, and some of the smoke now bounces back, forcing the house to reflect what she has been for too long: a confinement for all that was left out.
'kill her, for she's a witch!!'
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The psychology of the random project ideas that attack me on finals week and will surely disappear once it ends
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I feel like as much as I believe in open source I'd be too embarrassed to share my code if I were to build something
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