100 most beautiful words in English!!
The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English
Ailurophile A cat-lover.
Assemblage A gathering.
Becoming Attractive.
Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks.
Brood To think alone.
Bucolic In a lovely rural setting.
Bungalow A small, cozy cottage.
Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye.
Comely Attractive.
Conflate To blend together.
Cynosure A focal point of admiration.
Dalliance A brief love affair.
Demesne Dominion, territory.
Demure Shy and reserved.
Denouement The resolution of a mystery.
Desuetude Disuse.
Desultory Slow, sluggish.
Diaphanous Filmy.
Dissemble Deceive.
Dulcet Sweet, sugary.
Ebullience Bubbling enthusiasm.
Effervescent Bubbly.
Efflorescence Flowering, blooming.
Elision Dropping a sound or syllable in a word.
Elixir A good potion.
Eloquence Beauty and persuasion in speech.
Embrocation Rubbing on a lotion.
Emollient A softener.
Ephemeral Short-lived.
Epiphany A sudden revelation.
Erstwhile At one time, for a time.
Ethereal Gaseous, invisible but detectable.
Evanescent Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.
Evocative Suggestive.
Fetching Pretty.
Felicity Pleasantness.
Forbearance Withholding response to provocation.
Fugacious Fleeting.
Furtive Shifty, sneaky.
Gambol To skip or leap about joyfully.
Glamour Beauty.
Gossamer The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk.
Halcyon Happy, sunny, care-free.
Harbinger Messenger with news of the future.
Imbrication Overlapping and forming a regular pattern.
Imbroglio An altercation or complicated situation.
Imbue To infuse, instill.
Incipient Beginning, in an early stage.
Ineffable Unutterable, inexpressible.
Ingénue A naïve young woman.
Inglenook A cozy nook by the hearth.
Insouciance Blithe nonchalance.
Inure To become jaded.
Labyrinthine Twisting and turning.
Lagniappe A special kind of gift.
Lagoon A small gulf or inlet.
Languor Listlessness, inactivity.
Lassitude Weariness, listlessness.
Leisure Free time.
Lilt To move musically or lively.
Lissome Slender and graceful.
Lithe Slender and flexible.
Love Deep affection.
Mellifluous Sweet sounding.
Moiety One of two equal parts.
Mondegreen A slip of the ear.
Murmurous Murmuring.
Nemesis An unconquerable archenemy.
Offing The sea between the horizon and the offshore.
Onomatopoeia A word that sounds like its meaning.
Opulent Lush, luxuriant.
Palimpsest A manuscript written over earlier ones.
Panacea A solution for all problems
Panoply A complete set.
Pastiche An art work combining materials from various sources.
Penumbra A half-shadow.
Petrichor The smell of earth after rain.
Plethora A large quantity.
Propinquity An inclination.
Pyrrhic Successful with heavy losses.
Quintessential Most essential.
Ratatouille A spicy French stew.
Ravel To knit or unknit.
Redolent Fragrant.
Riparian By the bank of a stream.
Ripple A very small wave.
Scintilla A spark or very small thing.
Sempiternal Eternal.
Seraglio Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem.
Serendipity Finding something nice while looking for something else.
Summery Light, delicate or warm and sunny.
Sumptuous Lush, luxurious.
Surreptitious Secretive, sneaky.
Susquehanna A river in Pennsylvania.
Susurrous Whispering, hissing.
Talisman A good luck charm.
Tintinnabulation Tinkling.
Umbrella Protection from sun or rain.
Untoward Unseemly, inappropriate.
Vestigial In trace amounts.
Wafture Waving.
Wherewithal The means.
Woebegone Sorrowful, downcast.(via so much to tell you)
Love Love LOVE this.
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Dream a little dream for me
When I was young, maybe about six or seven, I started to have this reoccurring nightmare about dinosaurs. Well, one dinosaur, to be specific. It was a T-Rex, of course. Is there any dino more terrifying to a small child than the flesh-ripping, prey-stalking Tyrannosaurs Rex? (My friend Nick would argue that Velociraptors are the scariest because they have tiny hands and can open up bedroom doors. Right. Logical). These days, I can think of lots of things that are more panic-inducing than a big ol’ T-Rex. Like my rent being due and not having enough money in my bank account. Or global warming melting all the ice bergs and polar bears becoming extinct. Or a plane crashing right into my apartment as an act of terrorism. You know, things a 23 year old should be scared of.
But as a six year old, T Rex ruled the kingdom of fear.
My dream went something like this: I am trapped inside a building with a prodigious amount of glass windows that I seem to know is a daycare. In fact, I seem to recall that the entire wall was made out of glass windows. All the better for seeing the T- Rex, obviously. Inside my glassed in daycare, we start to feel tremors. The earth is shaking. Our 64-count box of crayons teeters on the edge of the crafts table and plummets to the moss-green carpeted floor below! Then, suddenly, we see the T-Rex come into view through the glass wall. It has ginormous and green and strangely, made out of plastic. As it comes closer we feel the earth tilt, and we cannot move. We cannot run. We can simply stare from inside our glass prison as the plastic T-Rex god stomps by. The vibration we feel running through our very bones is emanating from the thud of each of his clawed, heavy, plastic feet as they connect with the concrete sidewalks outside.
As a child within this dream I know instinctively I must get to my parents. Surely they are on their way to come and pick me up from daycare! I run to the glass wall and peer out—sure enough, there they are! Their car is parked on the curb and they are waiting for me with out-stretched arms. All I have to do is get passed the T-Rex and we can drive away from this horrific scene!
And yet, every time I try to run to them, the earth begins to vibrate, the floor begins to tilt, and I am unable to run across the street to get to my parents. I am unable to escape.
I always woke up before anything else happened. The T- Rex never smashed in my glass daycare. He never ate my family or ripped apart their car. He just stomped moodily around the block. And yet this nightmare used to chill me to my core. I would wake up panting, sweat dripping down my forehead, heart racing. It would take many lullabies and bed time stories to get me back to sleep after dinosaur dream nights.
It is almost as though what I was more afraid of in those nightmares was the fear of what was coming, rather than the actual destructive event. No one was ever hurt in this particular dream, and yet it terrified me. Knowing what was to inevitably come was what made my young heart race and my tiny clammy hands grip my CareBear sheets in terror. I still fear the same things, the same unknown black void of the future. I wonder where I’ll be in 5 years, ten years, hell, even tomorrow. We think that this uncertainty about what lies ahead is a “grown up” problem; something that little kids don’t have the capacity to fathom. As children, we must be too preoccupied with our tiny social dramas of who gets the best nap spot in kindergarten, our territory squabbles over the last piece of red construction paper, or the lunch lady running out of chocolate milk. But we do have fears. We do seek comfort in the familiar, the normal. Our world has limits, just as your adult one does, and when things appear in our world that our outside of our imagination…why shouldn’t we have trepidation over the impact they will have on our lives? Our six year old brains can grasp more than we give them credit for, I think. The truth is I’ve been afraid of the unknown for as far back as I can remember.
SO TRUE
“After a long day, you just want to go home and shove the closest edible thing into your mouth and watch whatever is on Netflix instant. And on weekends, you try to psych yourself up to go out at night but then you realize you are just so damn tired and Netflix instant sounds awesome. And there’s all that driving and like, having to wear pants.”—
“TOP TEN SIGNS YOU’RE AN ADULT” by Almie Rose (via fuckyeahfunnychicks)
LIFE IS OVER!
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gpoy *wail*
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WELP
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How is this my entire life?
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I adore the shit out of this. I need it on my wall.
wait, so facebook-ing and reading blogs could be a career? Holy shit where do I apply?
Reasons I am not currently in a good mood
- Thunderstorm woke me up at 2 am last night….A THUNDERSTORM? In January? What the hell, global warming.
- My cat then proceeded to meow every 15 minutes from 5 am until 7:45 am, when I finally got up.
- I somehow managed to turn off my alarm and wake up 15 minutes before I had to be at work. NEVER A GOOD START TO MY DAY.
- It’s raining and gross outside
- I dreamed that I was in a play and forgot all of my lines. Horrifying.
- I have that weird issue where you sleep too long and so you’re really sore. Also, still tired.
- I just hate everyone and everything
The two GOOD things about my day:
- I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, so I’m leaving at 2:30 for the day.
- No class tonight so I can do whatever the heck I want. Which will probably mean netflix and Just Dance 3. And cooking. Maybe a little cleaning.
But still I’m really cranky. And last night I was all panic-y. And the past 24 hours have just been NO GOOD! Someone needs to cheer me up.
damaged and unbreakable.
On occasion, there are people out there who will pay us compliments. Some more than others but I would assume most of us know what it’s like to be envied, if even for a moment, for being intelligent or creative or talented or pretty or insightful. Someone along the line has paid you a compliment and if you’re like me, you didn’t know how to take it. The words made us uncomfortable - as if the person looking at us doesn’t know who we truly are, otherwise they might see things in a drastically different light. So we look off and away and respond with some kind of self-deprecating joke about how we don’t deserve praise.
You and I, we know we are not ideal. We know that oftentimes we hate the world. That we wish we could leave everything behind and start again. That we hate the sound of crying babies and lose hope for humanity when we read our facebook status feed. But worst of all, we know the thoughts that pass through our head when we are trying to get to sleep. And if anyone ever knew what we truly thought about about when we were left alone in the dark, no one would envy a single aspect of us.
Most of us have thought about leaving. As in, not here anymore. As in, offing ourselves by any means available. I know this and I know you. I know you because I am you. Maybe a little older, more colorful, and a bit more obnoxious - but I hear you. I get it. And I get why you don’t believe you would ever be good enough. Because no matter how many compliments I get, I still don’t believe them.
While I was washing my face today I realized something. That despite all the criticism and hate, all the failures and consistent lack to progression in my life - I am still here.
I mean, I looked in my medicine cabinet and thought, “There are at least three things in here that could end my life. Right here. Right at this very second.” All of these options within arms reach but I never took it. You and I, we never took it. Maybe because we were scared or because we thought how it would effect our moms and older brothers but whatever the reason we tell ourselves, it truly is because we didn’t want it badly enough. There was something that compelled us to walk away.
This is tougher than most of us let on. Now. This day. Living with the thoughts of not fitting in, never having enough, not feeling the love, being molested, not using our potential, dying alone. We have to carry on, day after day with this in the back of our mind and no matter how hard we wish and pray it will never leave us. And no matter how damaged we are, I know now that we truly are unbreakable. You can fuck with us and fuck us up, use us and kick us while we’re down but if you’re reading this right now, you made it. No - WE made it. Together.
Your words and emails, your hugs and consistent belief were what compelled me to walk away. Despite not believing your words, I believe IN your words. As in, I believe they mean something to you, and I have to honor that. So thank you for saving me. Time and time again, you have helped keep my chin up long enough to realize that I am in good company…
The damaged but unbreakable.
thank you.
fygr:
(via If you ever come to Grand Rapids, MI)
If you ever come to Grand Rapids you would want to stay here.
It is true
Of all the places I could go, I still want to end up back in GR.
need!
My future apartment has a fireplace in it …gas, not real, but STILL. Couldn’t be more excited to sip cocoa in front of it on a chilly day.
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