one thing that sucks about not having a sense of smell is that I would love to pick out smells for my place
like, I wish it could be like choosing colors or furniture or pillows or pretty plates and mugs and things, another decorative neat little quality I can play with and experiment with
but anosmia means that the best I can hope for is that my apartment smells clean. bluh!
suggestion: buy very different-colored scented candles, like orange pumpkin, red cinnamon, green pine, blue ocean buttfuck, etc, then put them on your table with a lighter and a sign that says ‘pick your sniff’. guests at your place can then customize their own smellscape.
hardmode: peel the lables off. if you don’t know what scent is happening, no one else gets to either.
I have a vaguely working sense of smell, but still – I am so doing this.
lafayette: i come back with more guns
lafayette: *points to biceps*
lafayette: and ships
lafayette: *points to hamilton and laurens*
[Image description: drawing of a brown pig saying “Your talent doesn’t need to be effortless to be impressive. If you worked hard to be good at something, it doesn’t mean you’re not actually good at that thing. It means you’re good at it and you’re hard-working and dedicated. That’s awesome. You’re awesome!” in a pink speech bubble.]
[Image description: drawing of a green cat wearing an orange and red scarf saying “It’s still early. I still have time. I can still start and finish things. I can still grow and improve. I can still accomplish a lot.” in a yellow speech bubble.]
starry-eyed 