I forgot there was a reason I usually don’t post on public pages… Some weirdo messaged me today:
Stranger : *sigh….beyond inspiring Miranda. I owe you a tremendous thank you~:)
Me : Oh? Sorry, I’m a little confused, is this about my post on Sandra Fluke’s page or?
Stranger : ha….no. however, that is where I saw your profile. im not looking to creep you out or be a bother….although I feel compelled to say much more, suffice it to say that I was referring to the sight of you. I wont bother you again….be well~:)
Me : Uhm.
I blocked him shortly after that. Lesson learned I guess?
- You don’t have to be following me! But if you do thats hella cool!
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I want to talk about Sochi. Before I can, I need to establish some things so we all know what I’m really talking about.
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Shh shh it’s okay. I understand where you’re coming from. I’m still getting used to tumblr.
Edit: Shit, see what I mean? Meant to post that privately. Whoops. :<
So today I realized in Welcome to Night Vale, there are a few mentions of scents. This got me thinking about Night Vale and smells. Which of course led me into creating a hypothetical perfume line.
“Perfect Carlos” : Gum extract, lavender, oak and caramel.
“The Glow Cloud” : Mist/Rain and vanilla with a hint of dust/sand.
“The Voice of Night Vale” or “Cecil Gershwin Palmer” : Cinnamon, and dark chocolate with smoky undertones.
“Librarians” : Blood, fur and old paper.
“Scout Master Earl Harlan” : Firewood, sand/dirt and a hint of blood.
“John Peters” or “You know, the farmer?” : (Invisible) corn, hay and hemp.
“Apache Tracker” : Tobacco, hops and firewood
“The man in the tan jacket” : Old leather, musk and a hint of sea salt.
“Intern Dana” : Coffee, cinnamon and a hint of blood.
“Old woman Josie” : Soap, lemon and Jasmine
“Angels do not exist” : Jasmine, Pine and Frankenscence
“The Dog Park” : Dense fog, musk and grass
“The faceless old woman that secretly lives in your home” : a very faint mix of soap, smoke and lemongrass
“Hiram McDaniels” : Fire, smoke and snakeskin leather
“Pamela Winchell” : Pepper, smoke and olives
That’s all I have thusfar. I never realized how scent-oriented I was before this. It’s a very interesting way to experience this medium. I wonder if any blind listeners have thought of this before.
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Stop with all the self-depreciating bullshit. You’re cool. You know that. You know you’re intelligent - don’t hide behind a stupid disguise. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes, but never hide who you really are inside. No one worth your time is going to insult your intellect if you /truly try/.
Stop being such a hypochondriac - you’re not making yourself or anyone else feel better by complaining about your aches, sores and aliments.
"Life is pain, Princess. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something." - The Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)
We, as humans, suffer every single day. We put up with the suffering for the good times that are almost certain to follow. Not every annoyance is a symptom of a deadly illness. Get off WebMD. Stop googling symptoms.
Get passionate about your creations. Let go. Nothing truly bad has come from creating beautiful art. Work harder. If you’re afraid of tackling the unknown - look it up. You have no reason whatsoever to put this off. Learn. Explore the world around you. The world is full of endless knowledge and possibilities - don’t shy away from it, you’ll only fall farther behind.
You’re talented. You play the Sims, not for the gameplay - only to construct beautiful structures that only existed in your head until you had the right tools to express your ideas. This is the same for Photoshop, Mudbox, Max… They’re all tools at your disposal. Use them.
Stop dwelling in the past. You’ve hurt people, and people have hurt you. You’re not getting anywhere by looking backwards. Keep your head in the present. I’m afraid you’re going to trip in the future if you don’t pay attention to what’s around you right now, and what’s coming up ahead.
Love yourself goddamn it. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and a genuinely nice person. Loving yourself should be a conscious physical act.
"Love, love is a verb. Love is a doing word." - Teardrop by Massive Attack
Take care of your body, treat yourself like you would treat a best friend. Go on walks with it, talk to it, ask what it wants and what it needs. If your best friend wasn’t feeling hungry, but hadn’t eaten all day - you’d still try to get them to eat. Don’t deny that. You’re no different than them.
FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HELL IT IS TO WANT SOMETHING, AND WHAT LENGTHS YOU’RE WILLING TO GO TO TO GET IT.
"You only live once" - Stop taking that phrase as something irresponsible teenagers say to justify downing an entire bottle of tequila in a night. It actually makes a lot of sense as a personal reminder. I believe it should be placed beside "Memento Mori" (Remember that you /will/ die). Make the most of this life, it’s the only chance you have to get it right… to put your mark on the world.
Can you really say that if we died today, that we’d be happy? Talk about going out with a fizzle - A bloody good epitaph that’d make : “Here lies Miranda _________. She finished college, was okay at baking, had pretty hair, made some t-shirts, and once earned level 4 marksmanship status.” That’s pretty much it. ZZZZZZ.
Speaking of sleep. Dammit girl, I know you spent a month sleeping, but don’t try to make up for it with the insomnia thing. Get your shit sorted out. Please follow up with the doctor and get help. You’ve already figured out you’re depressed. Don’t keep going to your friends for help - they don’t have the required skills and tools to help you. They’re good for support, but you can’t rely on them alone.
Don’t forget that you do mean a lot - but you’re meant to mean a lot more.