“I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.”—Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography (via lydianea)
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out. Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
i should disclaim that i most of these things will not be in any sort of order because i am bad at having well defined feelings towards things or putting things in order.
books. the older, the better, but i generally find that all books smell good.
certain types of woodsmoke; not all types, but most types. birchwood, i think, in particular smells good. there’s some sort of oil in the bark that smells maple syrupy, which i do not understand, because one would imagine that maplewood would smell like maple syrup.
sea salted air.
the way people smell/smells i relate to people. my friend chris used to smell of this mix of cologne and cigarette smoke that i found appealing. both of my parents smell good to me. also certain deer smell really good to me too (although other folks have claimed that he does not actually smell good, i think he does). i always think of you when i smell pumpkinny things.
(honourable mentions go to the natural living center and the belfast co-op and that nice autumnal smell of leaves decaying and the way cold and snow smells and fresh laundry and certain dry erase markers and pine trees and the way turmeric smells like christmas and cinnamon and apple cider and sometimes the roads in maine smell like vanilla vodka and i like how everything smells alive in the spring and sunshine and. i really like smells.)
i should also post-disclaim that i am going to cheat often and post more than five things and/or post loosely defined things and/or generally be pretty bad about sticking to the rules because i like a lot of things.