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Feynman’s girl

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perhaps a person was never meant to be fully known, not even to themselves.

every act of looking changes the thing being looked at, and the self is no exception. the moment you ask who you are, something in you begins arranging itself into an answer. even solitude has an audience.

but what if it was never a tragedy to begin with; to spend an entire lifetime inhabited by someone you can never fully meet, to carry a stranger so intimately that you mistake their mysteries for your own.

perhaps we are both the haunting and the house.

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the body is embarrassingly loyal to life.

it will make a home out of almost anything. hunger. fear. grief. it will learn the shape of whatever is killing it and call that adaptation.

and years later, it will still flinch exactly where it was taught to.

survival is strange like that; sometimes the thing that saves you doesn’t know when to stop.

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dont know whatever this is called but a big fan of studying without any exam stress and deadline anxiety 🤪

since college is over for this academic year, im finally brushing up my braincells over Nuclear Physics now that i get the timee

also listening to Olivia Dean cus her songs resonate with my personality smm💛

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endsem exams are finally over! so excited for this summer:>

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I was kinda missing my old desk setup today

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A Fresh Look at the Crab Nebula

Image Credit: NASA, ESA, STScI, William Blair(JHU); Image Processing: Joseph DePasquale(STScI)

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19.04.26

midnight german cramming in the cafeteria.

got one more day to prepare for my german exam:>

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17.04.26

endsem exams officially begin today :3

when i was in first year of my college, one of the profs told us to treat exams like festivals and the idea stuck with me ever since!

anyway, i had general english as my first exam today. ngl business english and lit somehow left me so exhausted :p

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15.04.26

another sunny day, and i pulled myself to complete 2 units.

really nervous and excited about my coming endsem exams>.<

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i think the sky forgot to act normal today

it’s just sitting there, too still

like it paused mid-thought

and never came back

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my spirit animal for real

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i feel like Hozier would look at me like i’m something ancient and breakable, and i’d let that ruin me a little

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i don’t have it figured out,

but i’m not as lost as i used to be

somewhere between chaos and calm

i think i’m becoming someone i like

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trying to get everything perfect every single time feels like it might be the end of me. but who am I without my need to make everything perfect?

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I wonder if it is a boon or bane, the way life has quietly humbled me at this age.

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In another universe maybe you are not a question

I keep asking the night.

Maybe you left the edge we were standing on

and came back home,

and no one had to learn how to be strong overnight.

Maybe you are just there,

folded into the ordinary,

untouched by endings.

Maybe time there is gentler,

like it knows when to stop touching people,

like it doesn’t stay too long where it hurts.

Maybe it doesn’t rush past you

like it’s afraid to look back.

Maybe it sits.

Maybe it stays.

Maybe waiting doesn’t hollow rooms,

maybe hope isn’t stitched to fear,

and love doesn’t have to prove itself

by surviving loss.

In that universe I meet you again

without calling it a dream,

where I don’t see you clearly

but just the feeling that nothing is missing,

that your voice sounds normal,

and my heart does too.

So I hold on to the thought

that somewhere you are laughing

at how worried we were,

that somewhere you stayed,

that maybe you were never almost gone.

And sometimes, it’s the only way

this universe lets me breathe.

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and as the final act of friendship, i’ll move within the silence beneath our words, where moments outgrew language and meanings never sought a name