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I got around to reminiscing in the shower today. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not. I remembered a time when my boyfriend gave me some stargazer lilies for valentine's day. They're my favorite flower, I love the aroma, the colors, how the bells open up so much yet the buds are so narrow. In contrast, my mother can't tolerate them for too long, the fragrance gives her migranes, and she prefers carnations because they last longer and their fragrance is very light.
So, I got to comparing flowers with personalities. I know once people reach a certain level of "social link" with me, I can be pretty difficult to get along with at times. People might see in me a vivacity or a creativity that seems unique and open, like the colors and bells of stargazers, and at arms' length the fragrance can be pleasant for some. But getting up close and personal, you start to see the imperfections, the truth behind the smiles and words that sometimes come from my mouth. Smelling a stargazer up close can make some people dizzy, or nauseous. The smell is overpowering, and hard to handle for long periods of time. Some people are driven away by personalities that are too strong or taxing. But I still love stargazers, with their happy pinks and mysterious purples as they wilt, and their seemingly innocent white edges.
Chrysanthemums last a long time, moreso than roses at the very least. Their bells are small and budlike, and their fragrance relies on quantity to get across. Their colors can vary from pure whites, to baby pinks, and passionate reds. Even exciting yellows exist. There are so many petals, like thoughts, all crammed into a tiny bud. My mother always has many things on her mind, and her endurance (or maybe stubbornness) knows no bounds. She gets things done. She's passionate, both when she's happy, and when she's bothered. And although she may mean well, her thoughts don't always get across without some help, much like the fragrance of a carnation. Their stems can break easily, if you know where to snap them. Through all the hard work she does, my mother has some blatant weaknesses that could be exploited or harm her if one so chose it.
I wonder what my friends' favorite flowers are. If those flowers describe them somehow. I wonder how much the things we like really describe us.
So, I got to comparing flowers with personalities. I know once people reach a certain level of "social link" with me, I can be pretty difficult to get along with at times. People might see in me a vivacity or a creativity that seems unique and open, like the colors and bells of stargazers, and at arms' length the fragrance can be pleasant for some. But getting up close and personal, you start to see the imperfections, the truth behind the smiles and words that sometimes come from my mouth. Smelling a stargazer up close can make some people dizzy, or nauseous. The smell is overpowering, and hard to handle for long periods of time. Some people are driven away by personalities that are too strong or taxing. But I still love stargazers, with their happy pinks and mysterious purples as they wilt, and their seemingly innocent white edges.
Chrysanthemums last a long time, moreso than roses at the very least. Their bells are small and budlike, and their fragrance relies on quantity to get across. Their colors can vary from pure whites, to baby pinks, and passionate reds. Even exciting yellows exist. There are so many petals, like thoughts, all crammed into a tiny bud. My mother always has many things on her mind, and her endurance (or maybe stubbornness) knows no bounds. She gets things done. She's passionate, both when she's happy, and when she's bothered. And although she may mean well, her thoughts don't always get across without some help, much like the fragrance of a carnation. Their stems can break easily, if you know where to snap them. Through all the hard work she does, my mother has some blatant weaknesses that could be exploited or harm her if one so chose it.
I wonder what my friends' favorite flowers are. If those flowers describe them somehow. I wonder how much the things we like really describe us.
Home-coming, 5 months back
Hey there. It's been a while hasn't it? I know no one is seriously gonna read this at this point, so I'll be working through a few thoughts I guess. I rarely ever post here anymore. Not for lack of art, but other more important projects have cropped up, and they're not things I would like to relinquish my rights to on DA. I guess I really only come here to peruse through my own gallery, reminiscing old times and old art.
It's been 5 months since I moved back from Japan. And I thought I'd be ready to handle everything. Thought I'd be on top of everything that needed doing, like jobs and doctors and purpose and moving forward. And I really, tr
Brain Farts and Blurbs
Well, I'm about 32 hours from flying home for spring break and spending some well needed time with my family and friends. I've really missed my friends. Not that the people here in Ono are bad or anything, but there's a certain trust bond that I'd already built with my friends back home before moving here. I miss the dumb jokes we tell each other and the random ihop visits we do after long nights at karaoke. I think I'm most excited about the convention I get to see them all at. It's always been a small but fun convention, and I've gone since it began back in 2012. Not gonna lie, preparing everything for the host club from another country has
On a huge emotional low...
It's been 3 months or so since I moved here. There've been some really good times. Times that I looked forward to all my life. Times that I never thought I would enjoy. New experiences and learning more about myself. I'm glad about that, but not everything has been sunshine and daisies. Even though my high points in life have been higher here in Japan, my low points have also been much stronger. I thought I had it mostly under control after I graduated, but in reality, it was just going through the normal cycle of moods.
Facing the personal problems I have on my own here without a well established support group (I mean, I trust certain peopl
On my own! :D
So I've been gone a while because I graduated, got a job that required an hour commute to and from it, and then bettering my cosplay game became a thing, and then signing up for JET became a huuuuge chore, but at least it got done because if it hadn't been done I wouldn't be in my own apartment out in the Japanese inaka right now! :D
So a few things, compared to my old job and old hours, I have more time to do things now and I will be trying to keep up with my projects and comics, especially come wintertime, as the snow here gets to about my waist-height and ain't nobody got time for that. :I Also since there are fewer conventions here and
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