#bringbackblogs

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I really love how calm tumblr is. It’s so refreshing to see people post despite having little to no likes. It’s like getting an invite to a personal diary.

I can feel so much ego on tiktok, but this app is filled with passion.

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How many times do you have to fail an exam to start studying? How many times do you have to get nicotine poisoning to quit? How many times do you need to get hurt to let go?

As I stare at the paper, my mind is screaming louder than the construction zone outside.

I beg myself to remember what I once knew so well, but it falls into pictures of the past. Not what it used to be. Numbers blur together, resembling a painting made by artificial intelligence.

My time is up.

I write what I see on the classroom board, without understanding, only faith in its sense.

I mimic every symbol, mistaking some zeros for O’s, and two’s for Z’s. My notes aren’t my making.

They’re a copy. An artificial misinterpretation of numbers.

I am a child of artificial intelligence. I watch it grow up with me like a family dog.

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so flashy