Diary of a Synesthete
aquaticwonder:

In the fog
I never fully explained my synesthesia. Here goes. Best I can do.

I have Sound->Color/Texture, Number->Personality (the colors are usually influenced by the personality), and Light/Motion->Sound, which usually manifests itself through colors around me.

Shades of green and yellow are the nicest. Greens are a fine blend of soft tones (voices? instruments?) , but it’s like there are so many that it’s loud, depending on the shade of green. Trees sound beautiful because of the movement and extremely varying shades of green. I work in a kitchen and some of the fresh spices are very vocal. Sometimes I have to cover them up, put them away, or otherwise get them out of my field of view or they get distracting.

Yellows are similarly voiced, but each voice has a more “diamond-saw” edge. It’s not unpleasant. It is more direct and focused than the ethereally huge greens, but contains the same energy. Yellow sounds aren’t as varied as green sounds.

Red is just unpleasant. It doesn’t make very loud noise unless it’s really vivid and then it burns. They aren’t distracting because they are repulsive. Soft reds are quiet and don’t make any noise at all.

Blues are similar to greens, but kinder and much softer. I’ve never met a distracting blue.

I like painting with green.  It’s like painting a song.  I feel like a conductor in front of an orchestra, but with so much control because I am playing every instrument.  

I like painting with green.  It’s like painting a song.  I feel like a conductor in front of an orchestra, but with so much control because I am playing every instrument.  

It’s been a while, but I’m back.

My light/color -> sound/emotion is getting stronger.  It’s almost intrusive now.  Some days right after it rains I can’t go outside without sunglasses on to mute the color.  I think the more at peace with myself I am, the stronger my synesthesia.

The sound and emotion controls my entire mind and soul.  Everything else is nothing.  

Which is fucking amazing, until I’m trying to talk to a student and it happens.  

Also, transition glasses are just brilliant.  When I see through them a few seconds after I walk outside, I’m just fine.  

tortadealgodao:

colour (by the acid dream spaceship)


Speaks to me :)

tortadealgodao:

colour (by the acid dream spaceship)

Speaks to me :)

So blue, blueeverywhere.  Blue that isn’t seeable. explosion of everything else.  Horn Porn.  Crank it up.  Loud.  Yellow lines and red.  Indescribable.

Looks like Ludwig’s 9th, but that’s blasphemy to the 9th, almost.  

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The music is all around us. All you have to do is listen.
Literal truth from August Rush
I can’t be in the same room with parsley.

It’s very distracting and very loud.  My eyes are drawn to it because it sounds so exquisitely beautiful and I start to get emotional.  Lemons are equally intrusive and the opposite of exquisitely beautiful.    

Muted blue, not curvy, not straight, weaving.  Yellowish dots.  Neon.  Red noise constant.  Close eyes, black.  Blue guitar.  More blue.  Now other colors that you can’t see.  And overpowering emotions.