dance with the infernal one

Kim | INXP | ♍☀️•♉🌙• ♍↗️ | ace

[ubiquitousdreams]

You never think about the last time you pick something up. It could be 5 years between the last time you log in to this infernal website turnt time capsule, and -now-, the today in which you are seemingly a Better Person. Wiser, smarter, less reactive, more experienced. Though, same penchant for pretty pictures, wise quotes, fandom gifs, and chunks of text tagged to oblivion. Carefully curated peeks into everybody’s mind! Don’t get me wrong, I will always be nostalgic for this platform and how it defined the most insecure years of my life. I will also always be grateful for how it was here for me when I thought no one else was. There is just one thing that bothers me;

I wonder how many apps I can spread my mind across until I feel satisfied. Another side blog? Private IG account? Posting in a digital diary feels like shouting into the same void I’ve been shouting into ever since discovering the internet. I’ve since grown into big boy pants and got myself a big girl job, a grand old domestic partnership and stable living to boot. What more can I ask for?

And yet I still find myself here, on this doggoned site, posting and posturing as if I don’t know myself any better.

“I never thought I could make it this far,” “I didn’t anticipate being here this long, hadn’t thought this far.” These are the scripts I’ve practiced when catching up with old friends or when someone asks what significant things I am going to do with my life. This is my reminder that I’ve achieved satisfaction and happiness beyond my teen imagination. Dreams get bigger and more ambiguous each time one comes to fruition. The finish line is one that I will cross multiple times throughout my lifetime as I dash through it, and it moves farther beyond my reach.

I just need to learn how to slow down and celebrate. Acknowledge that this is the best version of me that I can be right now, I have to choose what’s right and let things play out as they do. I have to trust that I can handle it.

It’s difficult, but it really is a matter of “no one knows what they are doing, adults are just making it up as we go.”

This is proof of me reinventing and revisiting myself. I’ll keep doing it for as long as I’ll live, and I will be living a long enough time just to see this through.

[jaubaius]

Creative & DIY

[a-fucking-velociraptor]

Cool Tip

If you are like me and always need to be working on something to keep your anxiety under control, during this quarentine why not helping scientists by looking at pictures of some neat penguins? or even galaxies?  There’s this site call Zooniverse, where you can help on scientific projects by analyzing pictures and data!  Right now my favorite project has returned, called Penguin Watch (where yeah, you get to watch penguins, it’s amazing)

you basically have to analyse photos looking for penguins, their chicks, eggs or even predators and human interaction But there are lots of interesting projects you can help in areas such as biology, physics, history or even art: 

Oh and the best part, some institutions even accept it as volunteering/service hour requirements for graduation and scholarships!! It’s helping me a lot during this time, so I thought it was worth sharing 

[zemestoun]

You’re Not Listening. Here’s Why.

There’s an unconscious tendency to tune out people you feel close to because you think you already know what they are going to say.

[oaluz]

“But what is love if not a willingness to listen to and be a part of another person’s evolving story?”

[pocketss]

be there or be square

[popokko-deactivated20210315]

peeling a clementine is so easy. it comes so naturally. its inviting… the clementine WANTS to be peeled. its melancholic, sanguine… but an orange? whats an orange but a nuisance… the orange torments and mocks with its brute strength. it exists only to create chaos. next time you decide to indulge in a citrus delight, heed my word. choose the clementine 

[vivienvalentino]

My Place: Florence Welch

[theartofanimation]

Shan Jiang  -  https://www.behance.net/shanJiang  -  https://www.tumbral.com/tag/Shan%20Jiang

[shrylia]

Haven’t done a photostudy in a while!  3hrs, PS CC, Kyle T. Webster brushes Speedpaint: (x)

[psikonauti]

Ikegami Yoriyuki

[gallusrostromegalus]

Weird Questions

If I’m somewhere where there are Educational Personell (Museum Docents, Q&A zookeepers, Park Rangers, Public School Teachers, Professors etc.) I have a question I like to ask them:

“What’s the weirdest question someone’s ever asked you?”

I say weird and not Dumb becuase even buckwild questions can have important answers, but whoever I ask it too usually has to think about it for a bit, then comes out with something different every time.  And I love every single answer becuase it just warms my heart out there to know people are trying to understand the world a bit better, no matter how limited thier starting point. A collection of favorites so far:

Art Museum Host: “A man once asked me “Can you help me find someone and if you can’t can you find someone who can?”  Which I always thought would be a great title for an Artwork.”

Park Ranger: “I’m so glad the Japanese couple asked me “Is bear spray like mosquito spray and it goes on the jacket, or on the bear?” instead of just trying it.”

Zookeeper: “A man once pointed at the live red-tailed hawk I had out for a demo and asked me “Aren’t those extinct?” We eventually figured out he meant “Endangered” but I hear that question every time I see a redtail now.”

Primary School Teacher: “About every other year a student asks me what part of the school I sleep in at night, because clearly I live here.  I tell them I sleep under the bleachers in the gym but it’s actually the Nurse’s office.”

Professor: “A student asked me “So how do I use this in a conversation when my aunt is wine-drunk at thanksgiving and being a jerk again?” Which honestly is a fair question about philosophy and really changed how I teach rhetoric.”

Natural History Docent: “A woman once asked me what the difference between a Million and a Billion was.  Kinda pieced together that she’d just left her church for her safety, and was learning about Earth’s Natural History for the first time. Nobody else was there because it had been snowing, so I walked her through the Hall Of Time and answered as many questions as I could.  She was bewildered, but really trying. It always struck me as a really brave thing, to try to understand all of that while fresh out of a dangerous situation. I hope it helped.”

Forensic Scientist:  “People ask me how to commit murder all the time, but if you really hate someone, stealing thier identity causes much more suffering and is a lot harder to get caught at. A guy did ask me if working at a body farm was creepy and did not like that it was ok until you learned that decayed human fingers are a deer’s favorite midwinter snack.”

Zookeeper: “People call us becuase they think they’ve found an escaped animal all the time, or they think they’re neighbor’s husky is a wolf. One guy asked me if his dog was part hyena because it had spots. But that one guy really did have a Tiger in his toolshed that one time so we try to take them seriously.”

Meteorologist: “A guy once emailed me about how hard you’d have to fan a tornado to make it start spinning in the other direction and included a picture of him holding up a box fan at an approaching tornado.  We printed it out for the work fridge.”

Park Ranger: “I was giving a talk on the Yellowstone Supervolcano and a guy asked if, after it errupted, the earth would be ‘hollowed out’.  I suppose I was just relieved that he understand that the earth isn’t flat.”

Primarcy Shcool teacher: “A student once asked me where she could sell her bones online so she could by a dog.  Which? Same.”

Natural History Docent: “A guy asked us ‘If I had a time machine, and managed to kill and cook a T-Rex, what would it have tasted like?’ and every paleontologist on staff deciced to take him seriously.  They did research to learn about fat distribution, and read up on culinary science to learn what flavors meat, even did chemical analysis on the bones.  They concluded that it’d be Tough (no evidence of juicy fat pockets), bitter (carnivores tend to taste foul) and would probably kill him, because heavy metals travel up the food chain and T-Rex accumulated a lot of the cadmium that was in the dirt in the late cretaceous.  Wrote him a letter with our findings and he sent us back a drawing of him and his buddies cooking a T-Rex over a fire and all of them throwing up and dying, and it’s my favorite drawing in the whole world.”

[math-is-magic]

Wait, I don’t know the answer to the bear spray question.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Since several people have asked and I neglected to put the answer in the original post:

BEAR SPRAY, ALSO KNOWN AS “BEAR MACE” IS TYPICALLY A MIXTURE OF MACE, TEAR GAS AND OTHER SEVERE IRRITANTS, AND IS MEANT TO BE SPRAYED AT CHARGING BEARS.  DO NOT SPRAY IT ON YOUR PERSON UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

Here is a Nice Video by Parks Canada on how to properly use Bear Spray:

Today we all learned something important becuase we asked! Good for us!

[marlynnofmany]

We also learned that T-rex meat was probably toxic, which is a Very Important bit of information that I will be filing away for later.

[tokyo-fashion]

Shelly on the street in Harajuku wearing a handmade flower crown with a colorful faux fur coat, satin romper, Opening Ceremony bag, and orange sock boots. Full Look

[pegfar]

Sano Turdiev by Pegah Farahmand

[taijuey]

Blue sketches

[yenyenbm-deactivated20221204]

Red vs blue part 2

[indefenseofart]

Yinka Shonibare’s The Swing (2001) –a work that is a direct adapatation of Jean-Honoré Fragonard's  L'Escarpolette (1767). Shonibare’s headless mannequin–an allusion to the downfall of the aristocracy post-French Revolution–is dressed in African print Dutch wax printed cotton dress, a historically burdened fabric that represents the diaspora and postcolonial hybridity that is central to his practice.

[hondmetsjaal]

i am not having a mental breakdown i am simply Evolving

[hondmetsjaal]

from Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents