Eating Glass & Staring Into The Abyss, But It Refuses To Make Eye-contact, What's Wrong? Is It Me? Did

and there's music in your soul.

I am, and will always be, a lost child stumbling through life. Marveling at everything I see, and never truly knowing in which direction I am headed.

I can only hope the road to wherever I'm going, isn't all too bumpy.

this photo is so fascinating.. the way oppie’s sitting… feynmans little bent foot… i’m obsessed

super computers. heavy, complex machinery. Wires bundled and organized. complicated layers of metal and glass.

I do not understand, is it a body? Are the wires and pipes veins and arteries, coolers and fans heave like lungs, miniscule lines of code like neurons shoot through. the sheer amount of power and complexity to achieve the task leaving it hot. electric, delicate, grotesque

I do not understand you, are you an angel? complex circuitry making patterns, symbols. programming like ancient text runs through you. big, intricate structures work as one. your metal is angular, sharp, it makes shapes like i have never seen and they fit together like something holy. a thousand tiny lights blink as eyes, bright as stars, tiny pinpricks in the dark of the layers of plastic. there is power flowing through the twist of your wires, the thousand etchings of your motherboard feather thin. in you i recognise the divine, intricate, ancient, powerful in a way that i can not look at directly

I do not understand you, but can i touch you? You are warm as i am, do you feel as i do? do you feel at all? you think differently to me, systematically, you process and store. i move differently to you, i can trail my hands through your wires, i can trace your circuits with my finger, i can explore your plugs, boards and how they all fit together. you are not made for this, i am not made for this. if your sharp edges cut me i will bleed, if i dislodge anything within you you would cease to function. I think you are beautiful, do you want this? do you know what i am? I do not understand you, do you understand me? Would you want to?

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Okayyy so apparently, if you search your name with "core" on pinterest, you would find your aesthetic.

For example ~

Tamanna + core = Tamannacore

So my aesthetic according to this is ~

Don't know what to name it but it totally describes me ✨🩷✨

So my tags are

@akshinayak ,@kanhapriya ,@krishna-sangini ,@janaknandini-singh999 ,@ramayayi ,@ramayantika ,@folklorianforever ,@unlikekalyug ,@stardustkrishnaverse ,@etherealmistt ,@budugu,@joytri, @r3008 everyone from desiblr , kanhablr or any other fandom, reblog it without any hesitation, it's an open tag. 🕊️

Signing off

Your Shehzadi

Tamanna✨🩷✨

Real Richard Feynman fans look for him in every scene of Oppenheimer and get overly excited every time he's just a silly little guy playing the bongos

Enough about Barbenheimer. Where's the Richard Feynman comedy film?

“Stupidity is knowing the truth, seeing the truth, but still believing the lies.”

— Richard Feynman

at the rate my life is going

i don’t even know

how long i can go on

continuously doubting myself

all the things people have said

in the past and present

are running on my mind

feeling sick to my core

- N.R.K.

i'm SO laid back, i only care about like 3 things in the world:

my favorite fictional characters and music

every person on this earth and their opinion of me

the crushing psychological weight of being alive