Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
No esperes expresión, nada es aquello un medio por si mismo; tan solo la risa ironica e inocente de lo a simple vista no se ve. Peluche vivo Sos lo Mas.
Dime y lo olvido, enséñame y lo recuerdo, involúcrame y lo aprendo.
Benjamin Franklin (via elcielosobremi)
Alonso , Gutierrez Melbourne 2016
No todas las miradas so iguales en todos los puntos.
En un lejano puesto de sombras fuertes por la ausente noche brillosa, un Sol radiente ilumina tus ojos y me hacen la noche de estrellas. De esas que duran 6 meses por tantas memorias, pero tambien, por esa simple aurora azulada-verdosa que mancha tu iris.
Thanks for die to me!
(by Chandler Adame)
No es un chico ordinario, él se pierde entre galaxias y planetas cuando hace lo que le apasiona.
No es ordinario porque posee manos mágicas con las que envuelve su mundo de poesía.
Él tiene el poder de aceptar las desilusiones, y convertirlas en parte del paisaje. Puede hacer de la música un refugio, una luz brillante en medio de la nada.
Posee un talento peculiar para escuchar, empatizar y conmoverse con historias lindas. Incluso las estrellas saben que no es un chico ordinario, por la manera en que las mira.
Me queda claro que no es un chico cualquiera, él está rodeado de magia, y alguien así, no lo encuentras en cualquier vida.
Feeling....so sure like a Lion Faces...