#mimeomia

[i-am-aesthetica]

Emotions You’ve Felt, But Couldn’t Explain: Mimeomia

[abyssus-aeterna]

Words can't describe* the joy I feel when I ran across John Koenig's Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows website, which is dedicated to coining ne

From John Koenig’s Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

[intergalacticness]

Emotions put into Words

-Catoptric Tristesse n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you -Mimeomia n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype -Jouska n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head -Ecstatic Shock n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like -Heartworm n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished -Xeno n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection -Hanker Sore adj. finding a person so attractive it actually kinda pisses you off. -Altschmerz n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years -Nighthawk n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future -Gnossienne n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life (http://thoughtcatalog.com/brianna-wiest/2016/02/40-words-for-emotions-youve-felt-but-couldnt-explain/5/)

[lisakimberly]

mimeomia

n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”

[nyctaeus]

Mimeomia

n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”