I want you to come home from work tired and annoyed so that I can throw my arms around you and kiss your face everywhere again and again until you start laughing. We’ll collapse on the couch and watch something rubbish on television but that won’t matter. I want you to convince me to play Call of Duty with you, and then I’ll scream at the television when we lose, and you’ll laugh and tell me it’s okay. We’ll end up switching it off because I’m getting too stressed out, and you’ll kiss my nose and laugh at how silly I am. Then at night we’ll get into bed and I’ll hold your hand, fingers interlocked, and we’ll tell each other about our day, legs rubbing against each other playfully. You can put your head on my lap and I’ll play with your hair and mess it up completely, just how I like it, then I’ll reach down to nibble at your nose and further down to press my lips into yours. We’ll switch the light off and try to sleep, but if you can’t, we’ll put our coats on and go for a moonlit walk, my head resting on your shoulder. And you can tell me about everything. I’ll solve all your problems, I’ll make it all better. I’ll tell you silly stories and dreadful jokes and make you laugh so hard - we’ll be alone in the park in the middle of the night, laughing, not a care in the world, and it’ll be our world. When we get too tired, we’ll race back home. We’ll get in, noses red, fingers freezing, and we’ll collapse into bed in each other’s arms, not waking up until the morning, when we sleepily open our eyes, and smile, because we have another day together.
Words to keep inside your pocket:
- Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
- Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
- Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
- Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
- Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
- Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
- Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
- Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
- Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound.
- Billet-doux - a love letter.
- Redamancy - act of loving in return.
I’ve been trying to decide for a while now what my blog actually is. And I think I’ve decided that it is what my mind would look like if you could see it. I love visual aesthetics, both natural and artistic. I love literature, and the power of words, when put together in the right way, to inspire and motivate, or capture emotions, moments, feelings. I love the beauty of language in general, whether it be English, French or Arabic. I love wit and humour, from dry and cynical, to downright silly and immature. I’m always thinking about the state of our world at the moment, and although it saddens me how much cruelty there is, I love the fact that there are good people. Lots of good people. And I do believe that good will prevail over evil, however long it takes. I love talking to people, I love my friends, I love my family. I love beautiful music. I love good films. I love House MD and Doctor Who and Harry Potter and old Disney films. I love expressing myself. I just love writing. Excitement, happiness, fear, sadness, worry, whatever’s on my mind… it doesn’t matter. I love clearing up and articulating my thoughts. It let’s me think so much more clearly. :)
this is the only word i know in arabic because i never have time to do it anymore
Door. Love it when I see Arabic, being able to speak it makes me feel so accomplished even though I’m really, really not. It’s so beautiful though! مريم تحب اللغة العربية كثيرا
to push, to move (something)
Ex. Le vent poussait le bateau vers la côte.
The wind was pushing the boat towards the shore.
For a more complete list of uses click here <—
I don’t know why but I absolutely love this word and its uses!
Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.
And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.