And I just strutted around your town/ Knowing I didn’t let you down/ The truth be known, the truth be told/ My heart was always fairly cold/ Posing to be as warm as yours/ My way of getting in your world/ But now I’m out and I’ve had time/ To look around and think/ And sink into another world/ That’s filled with guilt and overwhelming shame, boatloads of shame.
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| — | The Avett Brothers |
Stainers…
My immediate thought after using a strainer for anything other than raw meat is, ‘Can I just dry this and put it away?’ I mean really what needs to get cleaned about it. Do I really need to get the sponge, get the soap, go through that whole ordeal. Can I just dry it and put it away? Yet, that just seems so wrong…
Words The 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 soul, creativity, or love.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.
