I have this thing for decorating… Rooms, people, I dont care. I walk into rooms and rearrange things in my head. I meet new people and imagine what would look good on them in a given situation. I once used a friend of mine as a life size dress up doll. I get really into it and to be honnest its quite scary.
Speaking of sleep, the ways I say goodnight to people is to tell them “rest well and wake”, which (as only one of my friends thus far has noticed), is essentially telling them not to die in their sleep.
I have this weird thing about sleeping, where I cant do it unless I am in a very familiar environment. My ultimate sign of trust in someone is that I will sleep in their home at a place of their choosing.
I secretly judge every single person who comes through my bookstore based on what books they ask for/buy. It doesnt normally end very well for them, at least in my head, seeing as the only people who get positive judgments are those who ask for anything out of scifi
2011: Nuclear reactors across Japan explode, causing a meltdown. 60% of the population killed.
2012: Japan is quarantined, no one allowed to enter or leave.
2015: Joint country expedition team sent into Japan. Results show that 90% of current population of Japanese people suffer from radiation poison, mutation may occur.
2020: 80% of the population are mutants. Mutants have no recollection of being human, and are very hostile. Some gain the ability to manipulate the elements such as fire, water, and etc…
2027: Japanese scientists give reports of being able …to tame mutants.
2028: A new area of science is created and dedicated to the advancement of knowledge on these mutants. They can be used as food, workers, and are able to communicate with humans to a degree.
2030: A bill is passed that denies the ability to… use mutants in war. A revolt in the same year, results in the creation of a sport revolving around the mutants, to allow them to fight with each other, under the guardianship of professional human trainers.
About this girl who comes into the Barnes and Nobel I work at one day and them everyday after that and follows me around from behind shelves and sits in the cafe and watches me do my job. Then my co-worker Andrea makes her talk to me and we go on a date then end up together and yeah….
Not sure if this makes me more desperate or pathetic… Probably equal (read: large amounts of) both x.x
When I was a little bitty kiddy, about five, my Dad began a process … anytime somebody came and said something to us, my dad would say, “You remember what he said, honey girl?” I would tell my father what the person said until I got so good at it that I could repeat verbatim even long presentations of what the person had said.
And he did this all the time.
Finally, one day there was this old gentleman, Richard Thompson. I still remember his name, he lived across the street. And every time my Dad started to mow the lawn, there came Mr. Thompson. And so I would stand out there.
Dad says, “You might come and listen to this man, honey girl. He’s pretty interesting.” And so I listened to him, and then my dad would say, “What did you hear him say?” And I would tell him.
Well, eventually I was repeating all the stories he liked to share with my dad verbatim. I knew them all by heart.
And my Dad says, “You’re getting pretty good at that. But did you hear his heart?” And I thought, what? So I went around for days with my ear to people’s chest trying to hear their hearts.
Finally my Dad created another learning situation for me by asking my mother to read an article from the newspaper. He says “Well, I guess if you want to understand that article, you have to read between the lines.”
I thought, “Oh, read between the lines. Hear between the words.”
So the next time I listened to Mr. Thompson’s stories, I tried to listen between the words. My Dad said, “I know you know his story, but did you hear his heart?” And I said, “Yes. He is very lonely and comes and shares his memories with you again and again because he’s asking you to keep him company in his memories.”
It just came out of me. In other words, my heart echoed his heart.
And when you can listen at that level, then you can hear not only the people. If you really pay attention, you can hear what the Universe is saying.
”—Paula Underwood, clan mother of the Turtle clan, Iroquois nation
That's really sweet of you, thanks :'D
I've never really done commissions before.. I'm assuming you're a guy? (from your picture, sorry if I'm wrongg) I'm only learning to make men's clothing now, and probably won't be able to get the sizing right yet..but thanks for your interest!
Your welcome :] Yes I am a guy. if you ever do need a guinnie pig for sizing or testing out commissions, I’d be glad to help. those robes were cool :]