English has so many words, but somehow it is still woefully incomplete.
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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Dear Mr. Black by @languagelessonswolfstar ❄️🌟
This fic got me through Christmas, New Years, and January 20. It was the most beautiful, lovely, and cozy Christmas story. It felt like a warm blanket. The bind is fully inspired by Sirius's cookbook. This is my very first time making a unconventional-sized bind and it took too much brain power to figure it out because me dummy 😭 But I'm so happy with how it turned out. This might be one of my most favorite typesets I've done to date, so this is kind of a typeset appreciate post?
Portrait of the magnificent Chef Sirius Black was done by the most talented @blackthornwine 🥹🥹
The bind is now in its new home at @moonysbookshelves who adores this story as much as I do. Thank you for all the yaps dude 🫶🏻
When the world is basically on fire right now, you can find a perfect escape in Dear Mr. Black. It can be read for free on AO3. Enjoy the meal! 🍽️
Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
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Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves
hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity
“It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him.” ―Daughter of Smoke & Bone, Laini Taylor