Turns On I’m Kim. I’m addicted to where hard science fucks ancient myth in the dark. I read neuroscience till my eyes burn at 3 a.m., then cry over Greek tragedies at dawn. Black holes are perfect metaphors for the pull of someone you can’t keep. I study why we lie to the ones we love most and how every language rebuilds the same world — harder, softer, dirtier. Quantum entanglement feels more real than h
Turns Off ’m Kim. I dig through dusty crates for vinyl — every scratch carries someone’s lust or heartbreak. I dance barefoot in thunderstorms till my dress clings like skin. My camera hunts shadows fucking light on abandoned platforms. By day I tear data apart; by night I run through fields till my lungs scream and I laugh at the sky. I bake sourdough at midnight, name each loaf after a star I want to fuc
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