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.
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Anna you cutie pie!
I should get on tumblr more often...
holy shit this is amazing and super hilarious :D
#markiplier #mayo
Turning his head, Kristoff tried to make out the green-blue swirled of color that swam in the refection of her eyes. Her bright blues were made brighter and livelier as they admired the star-speckled sky. A faint smile touched his face when he realized how much he loved when her eyes lit up.
Anna found beauty in so many things that he thought were ugly, pointless or unimportant.
Including himself.
I made a pun in twitter and realized some feminist stuff. My pun went like this: “I know why we study men in history. It’s because you’re studying his story. That’s why it’s called history.” But thats not all...
I LOOKED MY PUN UP TO SEE IF IT WAS AN ACTUAL THING AND OMG THERES THIS AMAZING THING CALLED HERSTORY. ITS NOT HISTORY IF YOU’RE STUDYING A WOMAN’S STORY. ITS HERSTORY.
We're actually studying greek mythology in english class... Its really boring at times...
Instead of saying motherfucker you can just say Oedipus
in english class we’re doing a shakespear unit and the teacher was going off about how romantic romeo and juliet is and how its the greatest love story ever and i raised my hand and said “they knew each other for like 3 days and 6 people died, miss” and she sent me out in the hall for “disrupting class and disrespecting a classic”
god grant me the strength to send this email, the courage to send this email, and the wisdom to send this email
Life is a tornado and I'm just a cow being spun around for cinematic value.
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