21, I enjoy drinking sessions and singing like a rockstar! Pacing is my past-time. I love bears and saying random stuff from my head.
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Passes and passports ✈: Words That Don’t Exist in the English Language
L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
…Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.
Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with…
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”Nagpaospital ako dahil sa sobrang sakit ng tiyan. Tanong ng doktor, “Gaano kasakit?”. Sabi ko, “Parang pag-ibig.” Pinahiga niya ako sa emergency room.
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”How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
Alexander Pope (via spotlessmind-)
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”Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman, “The Kindly Ones” (via moronicbeauty)
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Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
— Milan Kundera
