The sensory thread

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Tryharder62]

Smell:

The smell of mothballs that takes you back to the closet where Grandma kept her favorite things.

The smell of lilacs that signals the newness of spring and the hopes for summer.

The smell of his cologne that combines with his masculinity and arouses all your senses when you smell it.

 

[Spins]

Hearing :

I want to hear the silence. To be next to it.

Enjoy that bond where nothing more than a glance, a touch, and a smile conveys every emotion.

Where a mouthed whisper is the only desire. A cuddle is the only release. A kiss is the only need.

Where fingers brush stubble. Where legs intertwine. Where thoughts become one.

Where love never needs to be spoken.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[BabblingBrooke]

Hearing :

I want to hear the silence. To be next to it.

Enjoy that bond where nothing more than a glance, a touch, and a smile conveys every emotion.

Where a mouthed whisper is the only desire. A cuddle is the only release. A kiss is the only need.

Where fingers brush stubble. Where legs intertwine. Where thoughts become one.

Where love never needs to be spoken.

Beautiful. Ideal.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

I'm no poet, but I do have strong connections to certain smells that remind me of loved ones I've lost.

Smell:

Lancôme Tresor is my grandma. When in a mall anchor store with the overpriced cosmetics, I dodge the overly made-up, aggressive sales clerks to find this perfume and take it in, breathe it in, and think of her. I apply some on my wrists, and I spritz some on one of those cards, and I take her with me.

Yves Saint Laurent Opium is my mom. Kinda. I don't have many memories of my mom, but my grandma told me how much my mom loved this perfume, how it was a luxury she would never buy for herself. So my grandma would buy it for her as a gift, and my mom would wear it ever so sparingly, making it last for years. Shortly before the Alzheimer's took my grandma from me, she bought a bottle for me. I wear it ever so sparingly, wanting this particular bottle, my mom and my grandma, to be with me.

A much different smell is my grandpa. Bacon cooked perfectly, a hearty breakfast every day. I make the same breakfast just like him on our mornings, before work and school, keeping him with me every day.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Tryharder62]

Taste:

My favorite food is pizza. I really do love that stuff. Certain pizza's bring back good memories.

Happy Joe Taco Pizza: When my mother could no longer cook a meal for Christmas Eve, I volunteered to cook it and bring it down to their house only 45 minutes away. My dad didn't want the night to be so much hassle. (I secretly wondered if it was my cooking.Not really) He just wanted us all to get together. The only place open around us was Happy Joe's Pizza. They delivered. Miss my folks now that they are gone.

Pagliai's double crust Palace special. College town memories of fun with friends and my future husband.

Giordono's Chicago Style. Fun trips to Chicago. Concerts

Chucky Cheese: Those wonderful kid parties.

I've eaten a lot of pizza!

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Tryharder62]

Try harder, pizza is good! In all it's forms


Sound:

Hail on a metal roof, loud and excited ricocheting around my head as I vibrate with enthusiasm and the little ice bullets raining down. Often I would go out side to feel them bite coldly into my skin but I am being 'grown up' and so I content my self with feeling the vibrations echoing my excitement and the loud compete with the loud of the noise of whooshy joy and anticipation in me.

Man, we had a hail storm come through just a few days ago during the middle of the night. It went on for more than 5 minutes. It was amazing. Thought it might break a window. No damage and not much reported. My husband thought maybe it was more like heavy slush balls than hail not to have damaged more. On a metal roof that would be really intense.

 

[Froya]

Sight and Touch:

Brooke's post about her grandmother made me think of my grandmother's glasses. Drinking glasses. I have a few of them. They are transparent golden-brown glass. Not a colour that you're like to find these days. And they have a texture unlike any other glasses I've seen elsewhere. I would know them just by touch. I mostly use them for drinking iced tea, which is what would often be in them at my grandmother's house. They are one of few things I've remained sentimental about as I've gotten older.

 

[Spins]

Sight:

Unblinking,

Iris colored with laughable threats

Creating description with bogus construction - Methodical implications - Unyielding authority

The Soul valued with artifice of light

Blink.

 

[Socket2me]

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[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Radiohead]

You did do the picture gallery, did you not?

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[juttjaw]

The feeling of the cold rain slowly soaking through my clothes. Wet cotton sticking to my skin, chilling me to the bone. The wind, which was once unnoticed, now ripping trough my body. Another 5 hours of this agony. Anger rising for the inept meteorologist who not only 2 hours earlier forecasted a dry cool night. Bastard!!

 

[Radiohead]

Yes,

And renwick and a little of the American history museum. Botanic garden, some of the sculpture garden, and walked the national mall. Today more art. I am starting later though Yesterday I had to loiter waiting for things to open and then got tired early ( had to get out the ugly stick that helps me sometimes . I think it's mainly because I keep waking up to let th chickens out . Then I wake up again at five here time. ).

I have accepted I won't get to everything I want to so it's got to be art. I am thinking maybe the Luce thing, but have not quite decided yet.

Thats how I felt... the library of congress might be good for you if you're on that side of town

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

Smithsonian! They let you touch some of their collected things. It leaves a memory on your nervous system.

 

[thør]

Smithsonian! They let you touch some of their collected things. It leaves a memory on your nervous system.

Long ago, at the Natural History Museum, there was an elephant and a brown bear in the lobby when you walked in. My grandpa's grandpa guided the Boston doctor that shot the bear.

 

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