My Holiday Evening Essentials

my holiday evening essentials 😇

Lost the loml bc of this

Literally

stuck between “i’m never getting married or having kids” and daydreaming about being his wife and having a family with him

Another List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem

Avidulous - somewhat greedy.

Breviloquent - marked by brevity of speech.

Compotation - a drinking or tippling together.

Crimpy - of weather; unpleasant; raw and cold.

Desiderium - an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Dyspathy - lack of sympathy.

Ebriosity - habitual intoxication.

Epitasis - the part of a play developing the main action and leading to the catastrophe.

Fantod - a state of irritability and tension.

Graumangere - a great meal.

Grimoire - a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead.

Hiemal - of or relating to winter.

Illaudable - deserving no praise.

Impluvious - wet with rain.

Innominate - having no name; unnamed; also, “anonymous”.

Juberous - doubtful and hesitating.

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Poetaster - an inferior poet.

Psychrophilic - thriving at a relatively low temperature.

Quiddity - the essential nature or ultimate form of something: what makes something to be the type of thing that it is.

Repullulate - to bud or sprout again.

Retrogradation - a backward movement.

Semiustulate - half burnt or consumed by fire.

Tenebrific - causing gloom or darkness.

Unparadiz’d - brought from joy to miserie.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

beautiful words list pt. 2

crazy how one day everything feels like starbucks and pink and uggs and wearing pajamas to class and doing your makeup in the bathroom sink and sparkly hoco dresses and group chats and sleeping all day and staying out all night and making playlists and gossiping and playing dress up and glittery lipgloss and first loves and hooking up in parking lots and all that mattered was being young and hot and thin and everything smelled like a thousand wishes and vanilla candles from bath & body works and every day sounded like olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter and every night sounded like ribs by lorde and then all of a sudden your eighteen and in college and your girlish-ness becomes embarrassing as you try to cling on to your fleeting teenage hood and regret ever tying your worth to your youth because you know growth inevitably becomes decay and theres nothing you can do to stop it.

Every time you call a girl hot instead of beautiful an angel loses her wings