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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✨🩷✨

My favorite part about modern world-class scientists and mathematicians is how none of them sound real

We've got this guy

won the Fields Medal for his work in plasma physics

reports to the French government about advancements in science and technology

doesn't look out of place as a Hogwarts professor

and this guy

uncovered a KGB hacker conspiracy ring

sells personalized glassblown Klein bottles

from a miniature robotic forklift warehouse under his house

used a slide rule in 2006

thought the internet was a fad

and especially this guy (RIP)

cracked the mystery of the NASA Challenger space shuttle explosion

cracked open safes in the Manhattan Project for funsies

won the Nobel Prize for his work in quantum electrodynamics

played the bongos on the side

couldn't tell left from right

"It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil." -- Richard Feynman

Why would an all-knowing god need an infinitely-large soul-testing laboratory?

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

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

"you're just like your dad"-

*blocked*

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?

My favorite thing about Richard Feynman (aside from that lovely letter he wrote to his dead wife, his involvement in the hexaflexagon, and his incredible wit and wisdom in regards to curiosity) is looking at the list of what he is known for, because it's a long list of super influential mathematical and physics concepts and formulas and theories with notable inclusions such as "the Manhattan Project" and "The One-electron Universe", and then just- innocuously smack dab in the middle, smacking you in the face-

"Playing the bongos"