Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
verbose
Words That Don’t Exist in the English Language:
(that I didn't know we needed until I saw this)
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky
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.”
Pari-pari and Saku-saku: (Japanese) Hard-crispy verses Soft-crispy, i.e. a rice cracker versus fried chicken
Stam: (Hebrew) An agreement out of amusement and frustration that something doesn’t have a satisfactory answer among those talking.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
via upsider.tumblr.com: soupsoup:lovepuppy
(that I didn't know we needed until I saw this)
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky
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.”
Pari-pari and Saku-saku: (Japanese) Hard-crispy verses Soft-crispy, i.e. a rice cracker versus fried chicken
Stam: (Hebrew) An agreement out of amusement and frustration that something doesn’t have a satisfactory answer among those talking.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
via upsider.tumblr.com: soupsoup:lovepuppy
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
poe, e.
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
crimson fields
I'm not really sure if this is possible,
but one day
I'd like to swim in a flooded cranberry field.
I'm sure this isn't entirely advisable,
but it's on my bucket list nonetheless.
but one day
I'd like to swim in a flooded cranberry field.
I'm sure this isn't entirely advisable,
but it's on my bucket list nonetheless.
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