There’s this disjointed feeling I’ve been dealing with for about a week now. Never had a sore throat caused by allergies, and then I have a sore throat that refuses to go away. Doctor’s office says that it’s not caused by strep. No fever, despite the hot and cold flashes that I’ve been experiencing. They just say ‘go push fluids’.
A number of other things happen both before and after the sore throat that leave me questioning the world around me. And now…
Now, I’m not better physically, but I -am- better mentally and spiritually. My energy is flowing in ways it hasn’t flowed in years. My fur is vibrant, almost glowing. But my body… My throat isn’t sore, but I’m coughing up crud from my lungs, I’m on antibiotics I’m not sure I need but will finish anyway, and I can barely carry three grocery bags.
But I WANT to do things. I want to go running. I want to lift weights. I want to go dancing in the hard rain and kick up my feet and just BE. I want to travel. I want to explore. I want to laugh and cry and exult.
There are things that I feel I should be worried about, things that would have brought me to my knees a week ago, but now? Now it’s a feeling of ‘what will be will be. You’ll be able to change the things that you can change and adapt to that which you cannot change.’
Normally this would be a private affair, something that I kept hidden in Google Drive and never showed anyone, but the idea of that feels so very WRONG right now. I’ve been hiding for a while now. The rust flakes on my fur were proof enough of that.
Yet this isn’t something I want to go painting across facebook, either. There are people there that would not understand, my parents included, and it would bring up questions that I’m not sure I can adequately answer right now. I don’t know that I can explain it well enough right now.
It’s amusing. I find my voice when I can’t communicate well. I learn the dance steps again when my partner is unsure that he wants to continue forward. These things would have broken me not too long ago, but now… Now there is a different sense, a different tilt to it.
Those that know me well on tumblr will probably understand, at least in some way. I’m just still sorting through the threads and coming to terms with me.
100 Beautiful and Ugly Words
by Mark Nichol
One of the many fascinating features of our language is how often words with pleasant associations are also quite pleasing on the tongue and even to the eye, and how many words, by contrast, acoustically and visually corroborate their disagreeable nature — look no further than the heading for this post.
Enrich the poetry of your prose by applying words that provide precise connotation while also evoking emotional responses
- Amorphous: indefinite, shapeless
- Beguile: deceive
- Caprice: impulse
- Cascade: steep waterfall
- Cashmere: fine, delicate wool
- Chrysalis: protective covering
- Cinnamon: an aromatic spice; its soft brown color
- Coalesce: unite, or fuse
- Crepuscular: dim, or twilit
- Crystalline: clear, or sparkling
- Desultory: half-hearted, meandering
- Diaphanous: gauzy
- Dulcet: sweet
- Ebullient: enthusiastic
- Effervescent: bubbly
- Elision: omission
- Enchanted: charmed
- Encompass: surround
- Enrapture: delighted
- Ephemeral: fleeting
- Epiphany: revelation
- Epitome: embodiment of the ideal
- Ethereal: celestial, unworldly, immaterial
- Etiquette: proper conduct
- Evanescent: fleeting
- Evocative: suggestive
- Exuberant: abundant, unrestrained, outsize
- Felicity: happiness, pleasantness
- Filament: thread, strand
- Halcyon: care-free
- Idyllic: contentedly pleasing
- Incorporeal: without form
- Incandescent: glowing, radiant, brilliant, zealous
- Ineffable: indescribable, unspeakable
- Inexorable: relentless
- Insouciance: nonchalance
- Iridescent: luster
- Languid: slow, listless
- Lassitude: fatigue
- Lilt: cheerful or buoyant song or movement
- Lithe: flexible, graceful
- Lullaby: soothing song
- Luminescence: dim chemical or organic light
- Mellifluous: smooth, sweet
- Mist: cloudy moisture, or similar literal or virtual obstacle
- Murmur: soothing sound
- Myriad: great number
- Nebulous: indistinct
- Opulent: ostentatious
- Penumbra: shade, shroud, fringe
- Plethora: abundance
- Quiescent: peaceful
- Quintessential: most purely representative or typical
- Radiant: glowing
- Redolent: aromatic, evocative
- Resonant: echoing, evocative
- Resplendent: shining
- Rhapsodic: intensely emotional
- Sapphire: rich, deep bluish purple
- Scintilla: trace
- Serendipitous: chance
- Serene: peaceful
- Somnolent: drowsy, sleep inducing
- Sonorous: loud, impressive, imposing
- Spherical: ball-like, globular
- Sublime: exalted, transcendent
- Succulent: juicy, tasty, rich
- Suffuse: flushed, full
- Susurration: whispering
- Symphony: harmonious assemblage
- Talisman: charm, magical device
- Tessellated: checkered in pattern
- Tranquility: peacefulness
- Vestige: trace
- Zenith: highest point
- Cacophony: confused noise
- Cataclysm: flood, catastrophe, upheaval
- Chafe: irritate, abrade
- Coarse: common, crude, rough, harsh
- Cynical: distrustful, self-interested
- Decrepit: worn-out, run-down
- Disgust: aversion, distaste
- Grimace: expression of disgust or pain
- Grotesque: distorted, bizarre
- Harangue: rant
- Hirsute: hairy
- Hoarse: harsh, grating
- Leech: parasite,
- Maladroit: clumsy
- Mediocre: ordinary, of low quality
- Obstreperous: noisy, unruly
- Rancid: offensive, smelly
- Repugnant: distasteful
- Repulsive: disgusting
- Shriek: sharp, screeching sound
- Shrill: high-pitched sound
- Shun: avoid, ostracize
- Slaughter: butcher, carnage
- Unctuous: smug, ingratiating
- Visceral: crude, anatomically graphic
Notice how often attractive words present themselves to define other beautiful ones, and note also how many of them are interrelated, and what kind of sensations, impressions, and emotions they have in common. Also, try enunciating beautiful words as if they were ugly, or vice versa. Are their sounds suggestive of their quality, or does their meaning wholly determine their effect on us?
From Writers Write
Learn some words yall.
Every fandom ever
This gets better the longer you watch
Barney is the fan who insists on complete silence and purity in the fandom. Feels should not get in the way.
Ted is the fan who is too emotionally invested in his ship and screams whenever they are on-screen.
Lily is the fan who cries about everything that happens— even when it’s not the least bit emotional.
And Marshall is the hate-watcher who is horrified with the whole fandom but can’t stop watching.
Game of Thrones night at my house.
We just need someone clutching a pillow.
Considering how I was with Sherlock, that makes me Barney. ”Shhh, I’m trying to watch!”
Just don’t go toooo overboard with the descriptors.