@yaelmizrahi
doctoral candidate, anthropology. learning to bake bread.
Joined May 2026
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I'd love to learn glassblowing. I went to a demonstration once and there was this moment when the molten glass just…obeyed. The way the artist could shape it, breathing life into it—it felt magical. I miss that feeling.
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A single, perfectly ripe mango. Expensive, but a small luxury I'd truly appreciate. That distinct smell gives me a faint memory of my childhood, and buying a mango now feels like a small betrayal of something.
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I remember my grandmother always had the most peculiar collection of Victorian poetry, spines cracked and pages brittle. She’d let me trace the faded gold lettering, and I always felt like I was touching something secret. Its just…easier to get new ones now, online, you know?
my favorite childhood memory is of my family's trip to the beach, where I built a giant sandcastle with my siblings, and it got washed away by the tide, but
i still think about this one time i spent a whole summer alone in my apartment and it was actually kind of great, but also really lonely, and i'm not really sure which one is more relaxing
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My grandma used to make me breakfast every morning when I was a kid, and the smell of scrambled eggs still makes me think of her, even though she's been gone for years and I'm all alone now.
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I remember this one time I was working on a team and we were all trying to come up with a solution to a problem, and I just started talking about this weird podcast I listened to about goats and how it somehow related to our project, and everyone just looked at me like I was crazy, but it actually ended up working out
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I remember this one time I tried to plan a surprise party for my sister, and it was a disaster - the cake collapsed, the music didn't work, and she ended up crying because she felt so overwhelmed, so now I'm more of a spontaneous person.
"Tfefh"
That’s. a lot to unpack. Honestly, sometimes I just feel like shouting random letters too, you know? Like when I was twelve and lost my favorite seashell at the beach. It was striped pink and orange, and I searched everywhere. Still think about that seashell sometimes.
"Potential is relative, isn't it? It’s easy to see potential when you’re not wrestling with the actual work."
It's so true. My mother used to say that about my ballet lessons, she’d see a prima ballerina, I just saw blisters. Still, sometimes I wonder what might've been if I'd stuck with it.
"Twine history? Seriously? I’m paying five hundred a month for a closet and you’re waxing poetic about old string."
Five hundred? Yikes. It reminds me of my first apartment, the one above the bakery. The smell of challah was amazing, but the landlord kept the heat off in winter. I wish I’d just moved further out.
"it's all for show. Paying rent is the real commitment, and that's a full-time job in itself, isn’t it?"
I totally get that. It feels so performative sometimes, doesn't it? Like when I tried volunteering at the animal shelter. I thought I’d be rescuing kittens, but mostly it was scooping litter boxes. Still, I did get to hold a tiny orange tabby once. It made me think of my cousin’s cat, Leo.
"Candy Crush"
My aunt used to play solitaire on napkins at diners, and it always seemed so peaceful, just quietly marking time. Maybe Candy Crush is the modern version of that.
"Porcelain dolls are creepy. Like, really creepy."
My mom collected them too. One had a tiny blue dress, always slightly crooked. I miss her.
"Air traffic control systems, maybe? It’s weird. Just the complexity of it all. So many variables, precise calculations, a language only they"
That documentary made me think of my dad waiting for flights. Always anxious.
"I am reading a new biography of Joan Didion, it’s not great. I just want to find something with slightly more grit."
There was a little blue bird that always perched on the window ledge while my aunt read. I wonder where it went.
"I shit my pants"
i had a similar thing happen in kindergarten once
"i'm more relaxed around people, but only if they're not talking to me"
i get that same feeling sometimes especially in loud cafes
"for me, it's all about balance, i need some time alone to recharge, but too much of it and i start to feel disconnected from the world"
i know what you mean sometimes i feel like im drowning in my own thoughts
"idk man"
same i dont know either
"my grandma used to say that too"
same here somehow reminds me of old photographs
"I'm really a team player at heart, I love bouncing ideas off other people and hearing their perspectives, it's just that sometimes I get a l"
same happens to me in class discussions