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Dichotomy
It's the happiest I've ever been. It's the most heartbreaking period of my life thus far. It's an open wound. It's a fire. I'm slowly embodying the woman I want to become at the expense of the being I was destined to be. Melodrama ensues. I guess, it is only I that understands.
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A LEVELS.
I survived last week. And, now, I feel as if I'm fucking invincible.
I think if there’s a truly seductive quality about Clementine, it’s that her personality promises to take you out of the mundane. Amazing, burning meteorite will carry you to another world where things are exciting. But what you quickly learn is that…it’s really an elaborate ruse.
Joel (via joelandclementine)
Awesomely Untranslatable Words
I just read the most brilliant article regarding words so wonderful and rich in texture, yet almost impossible to translate. Here are a few poignant and crazily beautiful examples: Saudade – One of the most beautiful of all words, translatable or not, this word “refers to the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.” — Portuguese Mamihlapinatapei – “the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start” — Yagan (indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego) Cafuné – “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.” — Brazilian Portuguese Litost – Milan Kundera, author of The Unbearable Lightness of Being, remarked that “As for the meaning of this word, I have looked in vain in other languages for an equivalent, though I find it difficult to imagine how anyone can understand the human soul without it.” The closest definition is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery. — Czech Wabi-Sabi – Much has been written on this Japanese concept, but in a sentence, one might be able to understand it as “a way of living that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.” — Japanese Dépaysement – The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country. — French Ya’aburnee – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them. — Arabic Duende - While originally used to describe a mythical, spritelike entity that possesses humans and creates the feeling of awe of one’s surroundings in nature, its meaning has transitioned into referring to “the mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.” — Spanish Toska (a personal favourite) - Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” —Russian Human language, an essentially primitive form of communication can be, and most definitely is, utterly exquisite.
I once sat along the shore of the Thames and watched that great big star in the sky slowly rest herself after yet another tedious day at work. I was in the company of new friends that are now long-lost; a frequent misdemeanour on my behalf, I suppose.
“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”
I lost all interest in my schoolwork, friends, reading, wandering or daydreaming. I had no idea what was happening to me, and I would wake up in the morning with a profound sense of dread that I was somehow going to have to make it through another entire day. I would sit for hour after hour in the undergraduate library, unable to muster enough energy to go to class. I would stare out the window, stare at my books, rearrange them, shuffled them around, leave them unopened, and think about dropping out of college. When I did go to class it was pointless. Pointless and painful. I understood very little of what was going on, and I felt as though only dying would release from the overwhelming sense of inadequacy and blackness that surrounded me. I felt utterly alone, and watching the animated conversations between my fellow students only made me feel more so.
Kay Refield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind (via perfect)