a healthy state of mind

Sometimes it’s necessary to check and make sure that you yourself have both feet planted on the ground; that you are secure. Are you genuinely happy? Healthy? Do you have a well balanced state of mind? Life can be both exciting, demanding, and draining; thus, it’s important that you are taken care of and ready to take on everything that it has to offer to you.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Interesting and Unique Words

As part of one of my New Year’s resolutions - it was to learn new words to add to my vocabulary and I’ve compiled a list thus far (it’s about 350+ words compiled in a list as of original post date [01/12/2016]) of all the words that I found simply and absolutely beautiful, fascinating yet familiar, different (as in, not in the English language; words that have no English translation), colloquial, uncommon, archaic, obsolete - just flat-out distinctive than what we normally use in today’s context and such. 

  • Abibliophobia (n.) - The fear of running out of reading material.
  • Abditory (n.) - A place into which you can disappear; a hiding place.
  • Abendrot (n.) - The color of the sky while the sun is setting.
  • Accismus (n.) - Feigning disinterest in something while actually desiring it.
  • Adoxography (n.) - Beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance.
  • Agelast (n.) - Someone who never laughs.
  • Ailurophile (n.) - A cat-lover.
  • Aleatory (adj.) - Relying on chance or an uncontrolled element in the details of life or in the creation of art.
  • Alethiology (n.) - The study of truth.
  • Alexithymia (n.) - Inability to describe emotions verbally.
  • Ambulant (adj.) - Moving from place to place.
  • Ambulate (v.) - To walk about or move from place to place.
  • Anacampserote (n.) - Something that can bring back a lost love.
  • Anagnorisis (n.) - The critical moment of recognition or discovery.
  • Anecdoche (n.) - A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening.
  • Anhimmeln (v.) - To be enraptured by someone (literally, as if looking at the sky).
  • Anoesis (n.) - A state of mind consisting of pure sensation of emotion without cognitive content.
  • Apanthropinization (n.) - The resignation of human concerns; withdrawal from the world and its problems.
  • Apodyopsis (n.) - The act of mental undressing someone.
  • Appetence (n.) - An eager desire, an indistinct inclination; an attraction or a natural bond.
  • Apricity (n.) - The warmth of the sun in winter.
  • Arcadian (adj.)- Idyllically innocent; simple and untroubled by fear or worry.
  • Assemblage (n.) - A gathering.
  • Asterisms (n.) - “Marking with stars”; a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow; related to asterism, a constellation or a starlike figure of light.
  • Astrophile (n.) - A person who loves stars, astronomy.
  • Atelophobia (n.) - The fear of imperfection; the fear of never being good enough.
  • Athazagoraphobia (n.) - The fear of being forgotten or ignored.
  • Aubade (n.) - A poem or song greeting the dawn.
  • Aurora (n.) - Dawn.
  • Autophile (n.) - A person who loves solitude, being alone.
  • Autophobia (n.) - The fear of oneself or being alone.
  • Axiomatic (adj.) - Self-evident; obvious.
  • Backpfeifengesicht (n.) - A person who needs to be slapped; lit. “a face that needs a fist in it”.
  • Balter (v.) - To dance gracelessly, without particular art or skill, but perhaps with some enjoyment.
  • Basorexia (n.) - The overwhelming desire to kiss.
  • Becoming (adj.) - Attractive.
  • Bedash (v.) - To dash or spatter something all over.
  • Beleaguer (v.) - To exhaust with attacks.
  • Bel-espirt/beaux-esprits (n.) - A person of great wit or intellect.
  • Billet-doux (n.) - A love letter.
  • Blatherskite (n.) - A person given to voluble, empty talk.
  • Bletting (n.) - The ripening of fruit until the desired degree of softness is attained.
  • Bohemian (n.) - Gypsy, wanderer; a person, musician, artist or writer who lives a free spirited life and believes in truth, freedom, and love.
  • Boketto (v.) - The act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking.
  • Bolide (n.) - A large, brilliant meteor, especially one that explodes.
  • Bombinate (v.) - To make a humming or buzzing noise.
  • Borborygmi (n.) - The rumbling sounds your stomach makes.
  • Brontide (n.) - The low rumble of distant thunder.
  • Brood (v.) - To think alone.
  • Brumous (adj.) - Of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather.
  • Bucolic (adj.) - In a lovely rural setting.
  • Bungalow (n.) - A small, cozy cottage.
  • Caim (n.) - “Sanctuary”; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved, even in the darkest of times.
  • Camarilla (n.) - Small group of people with a shared purpose.
  • Carriwitchet (n.) - A pun or a paradox; a riddling question.
  • Catharsis (n.) - The purging or release of emotional tensions, especially through kinds of art or music.
  • Cavil (v.) - To raise irritating and trivial objections; find fault with unnecessarily.
  • Cavil riscaldati (v.) - lit. “reheated cabbage”; the attempt to revive a long-finished love affair.
  • Ceraunophile (n.) - A person who loves lightning and thunder.
  • Charientism (n.) - An artfully veiled insult.
  • Chatoyant (adj.) - Like a cat’s eye.
  • Chimerical (adj.) - merely imaginary; fanciful.
  • Chrysalism (n.) - The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
  • Claptrap (n.) - Pretentious but insincere or empty.
  • Clinomania (n.) - Excessive desire to stay in bed.
  • Clinophile (n.) - The lover of reclining, lying in bed.
  • Clinquant (adj.) - glittering; tinsel-like.
  • Cogitation (n.)  Concerted thought or reflection.
  • Comely (adj.) - Attractive.
  • Commuovere (v.) - To stir, to touch, to move to tears.
  • Conflate (v.) - To blend together.
  • Consanguinity (n.) - Close relationship or connection.
  • Contiguous (adj.) - Touching; in contact.
  • Corrachag-cagail (n.) - Dancing and flickering ember flames.
  • Crapehanger (n.) - A person who sees the gloomy side of things.
  • Cynophile (n.) - A person who loves canines; a dog lover.
  • Cynosure (n.) - A focal point of admiration.
  • Dactylogram (n.) - A fingerprint.
  • Dalliance (n.) - A brief love affair.
  • Dappy (adj.) - Silly, disorganized or lacking concentration.
  • Deipnosophist (n.) - A person who is an adept conversationalist at the table.
  • Demesne (n.) - Dominion, territory.
  • Demure (adj.) - Shy and reserved.
  • Denouement (n.) - The resolution of a mystery.
  • Desideratum (n.) - An ardent longing, as for something lost.
  • Desuetude (n.) - Disuse.
  • Desultory (adj.) - Slow, sluggish; lacking a plan, purpose or enthusiasm.
  • Diaphanous (adj.) - Filmy; light, delicate, and translucent.
  • Dirl (v.) - To thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver.
  • Dissemble (v.) - Deceive; concealing a feeling, motive or intention.
  • Dormiveglia (n.) - The space that stretches between sleeping and waking.
  • Drapetomania (n.) - An overwhelming urge to run away.
  • Duende (n.) - The mysterious power of art to deeply move a person.
  • Dulcet (adj.) - Sweet, sugary.
  • Dulcify (v.) - To make more agreeable; mollify; also, to sweeten.
  • Ebullience (n.) - Bubbling enthusiasm.
  • Eccedentesiast (n.) - Someone who only pretends to smile.
  • Ectopic (adj.) - Occurring in an abnormal position or place; displaced.
  • Eesome (adj.) - Pleasing to the eye.
  • Effervescent (adj.) - Bubbly.
  • Effloresce (v.) - To burst into bloom; blossom.
  • Efflorescence (v.) - Flowering, blooming.
  • Eigengrau (n.) - “dark light” or “brain grey”; the color seen by the eye in perfect darkness.
  • Elision (n.) - Dropping a sound or syllable in a word.
  • Elixir (n.) - A good potion.
  • Eloquence (n.) - Beauty and persuasion in speech; the art of using language in an apt, fluent way.
  • Elysian (adj.) - Beautiful or creative; divinely inspired, peaceful and perfect.
  • Embrocation (n.) - Rubbing on a lotion.
  • Emollient (adj.) - A softener.
  • Énouement (n.) - The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
  • Entelechy (n.) - The realization of potential.
  • Environs (n.) - The surrounding parts or districts, as of a city.
  • Ephemeral (adj.) - Short-lived.
  • Epiphany (n.) - A moment of sudden revelation.
  • Equanimity (n.) - Mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation.
  • Eremophobia (n.) - The deep free of stillness, solitude or deserted places.
  • Erstwhile (adj.) - At one time, for a time.
  • Esoteric (adj.) - Intended for or likely to be understood by only a selected few who have special knowledge or interest; private, secret, confidential, belonging to the select few.
  • Ethereal (adj.) - Gaseous, invisible but detectable; extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.
  • Ethos (n.) - The fundamental character or spirit of a culture.
  • Eudaemonia (n.) - lit. “Human flourishing”; a contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous.
  • Euneirophrenia (n.) - The peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams.
  • Euphonious (adj.) - pleasing; sweet in sound.
  • Eunoia (n.) - Beautiful thinking; a well mind.
  • Eutony (n.) - The pleasantness of a word’s sound.
  • Evanescent (adj.) - Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.
  • Evocative (adj.) - Suggestive; bringing strong images, memories or feelings to mind.
  • Exulansis (n.) - The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
  • Fallacy (n.) - A deceptive, misleading or false notion, belief, etc.
  • Felicity (n.) - Pleasantness.
  • Fernweh (n.) - A crave for travel; being homesick for a place you’ve never been.
  • Fetching (adj.) - Pretty.
  • Filipendulous (adj.) - Hanging by a thread.
  • Feuillemort (n.) - The color of a dying or fading leaf.  
  • Flâneur (n.) - One who strolls around aimlessly but enjoyably, observing life and its surroundings.
  • Floccinaucinihilipilification (n.) - The act of deciding that something is useless.
  • Forbearance (n.) - Withholding response to provocation.
  • Foofaraw (n.) - A great fuss or disturbance about something very insignificant.
  • Frisson (n.) - A shiver of pleasure.
  • Fugacious (adj.) - Fleeting.
  • Furtive (adj.) - Shifty, sneaky.
  • Fusty (adj.) - Old-fashioned or out-of-date.
  • Gallivant (v.) - Go around from one place to another in the pursuit of pleasure or entertainment.
  • Gambol (v.) - To skip or leap about joyfully.
  • Garboil (n.) - Confusion.
  • Gerful (adj.) - Wild and wayward.
  • Gezellig (adj.) - cozy, nice, inviting, pleasant, comfortable; connoting time spent with loved ones or togetherness after a long separation.
  • Glamour (n.) - Beauty.
  • Gleed (n.) - A glowing coal.
  • Gloaming (n.) - Twilight; dusk.
  • Gossamer (n.) - The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk.
  • Growlery (n) - A place of refuge or sanctuary for use while one is out of sorts or in an ill humor.
  • Gumesservi (n.) - Moonlight shining on water.
  • Habseligkeiten (n.) - Things that an adult might find worthless, but that a child regards as treasures.
  • Halcyon (adj./n.) - Happy, sunny, care-free; denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.
  • Haimish (adj.) - Homey; cozy and unpretentious.
  • Hamartia (n.) - A tragic or fatal flaw.
  • Harbinger (n.) - Messenger with news of the future.
  • Hidebound (adj.) - Narrow and rigid in opinion; inflexible.
  • Higgledy-piggledy (adv.) - In a jumbled, confused or disorderly manner; helter-skelter.
  • Hikikomori (n.) - An adolescent or a young adult who has withdrawn from social life, often obsess with television, internet and video games, and rarely ever leave’s one’s room.
  • Hiraeth (n.) - A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
  • Hornswoggle (v.) - To swindle, cheat, hoodwink or hoax.
  • Ikigai (n.) - A reason for being; the thing that gets you up in the morning.
  • Imbrication (n.) - Overlapping and forming a regular pattern.
  • Imbroglio (n.) - An altercation or complicated situation.
  • Imbue (v.) - To infuse, instill.
  • Immolate (v.) - To sacrifice; kill as a sacrificial victim, especially by burning; to destroy by fire.
  • Incipient (adj.) - Beginning, in an early stage.
  • Indwell (v.) - Be permanently present in (someone’s soul or mind)
  • Ineffable (adj.) - Unutterable, inexpressible.
  • Ingénue (n.) - A naïve young woman.
  • Inglenook (n.) - A cozy nook by the hearth.
  • Insouciance (n.) - Blithe nonchalance.
  • Inure (v.) - To become jaded.
  • Irenic (adj.) - Promoting peace.
  • Jayus (n.) - A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh.
  • Jouska (n.) - A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
  • Kakorrhaphiophobia (n.) - The fear of failure.
  • Kalopsia (n.) - The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
  • Kintsukuroi (n)(v. phr.) - “To repair with gold”; the art of repairing pottery with fold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
  • Kittle (adj.) - Difficult to deal with; prone to erratic behavior.
  • Komorebi (n.) - Sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees.
  • L’esprit de l’escalier (n.) - lit. “the spirit of the staircase”; the feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said.
  • Labyrinthine (adj.) - Twisting and turning.
  • Lachesism (n.) - The desire to be struck by disaster; to survive a plane crash or to lose everything in a fire.
  • Lagniappe (n.) - A special kind of gift.
  • Languor (n.) - Listlessness, inactivity.
  • Lagom (adj.) - Not too little, not too much; just right.
  • Lalochezia (n.) - The emotional relief gained from using abusive or profane language.
  • Lassitude (n.) - Weariness, listlessness.
  • Lethologica (n.) - When you think of something but the word for it escapes you.
  • Liberosis (n.) - The desire to care less about things.
  • Lilt (v.) - To move musically or lively.
  • Limerence (n.) - The state of being infatuated with another person.
  • Lissome (adj.) - Slender and graceful.
  • Lisztomania (n.) - A need to listen to music all the time.
  • Lithe (adj.) - Slender and flexible.
  • Logastellus (n.) - A person whose love of words is greater than their knowledge for words.
  • Logophile (n.) - a person who loves words.
  • Lorn (adj.) - Lost, ruined or undone.
  • Louring (adj./v.) - darkened by clouds; looking angry or sullen.
  • Love (n/v.) - Deep affection.
  • Lucent (adj.) - Softly bright or radiant.
  • Malinger (v.) - To pretend illness, especially in order to shrink one’s duty, avoid work, etc.
  • Mamihlapinatapei (n.) - the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.
  • Maudlin (adj.) - Foolishly sentimental.
  • Maw (n.) - The symbolic or theoretical center of a voracious hunger or appetite of any kind.
  • Meara (n.) - The Irish word for “sea”.
  • Mellifluous (adj.) - Sweet sounding.
  • Melomaniac (n.) - One who is passionate about music.
  • Meraki (v.) - To do something with soul, creativity or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work.
  • Metanoia (n)- The journey of changing ones mind, heart, self or way of life.
  • Micawber (n.) - An eternal optimist.
  • Minacious (adj.) - Menacing; threatening.
  • Mirifica (adj.) - Amazing, wondrous; working wonders.
  • Misology (n.) - Distrust or hatred of reason or reasoning.
  • Misonesim (n.) - Hatred or dislike of what is new or represents change.
  • Mizpan (n.) - The deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
  • Moiety (n.) - One of two equal parts; a half; a small part.
  • Monachopsis (n.) - The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
  • Mondegreen (n.) - A slip of the ear.
  • Moonstruck (adj.) - unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.
  • Morosis (n.) - The stupidest of stupidities.
  • Murmurous (adj.) - Murmuring.
  • Myötähäpeä (n.) - The feeling of shame you experience on the behalf of another person or a character when they do something stupid or embarrassing.
  • Natsukashii (adj.) - Of some small thing that brings you suddenly, joyously back to fond memories, not with a wistful longing for what’s past, but with an appreciation of the good times.
  • Nelipot (n.) - One who walks barefoot
  • Nemesis (n.) - An unconquerable archenemy.
  • Nemophilist (n.) - A haunter of the woods; one who love the forest and its beauty and solitude.
  • Neologize (v.) - To make or use new words or create new meanings for existing words.
  • Nepenthe (n.) - Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.
  • Nephelolater (n.) - Somebody who admires the passing clouds.
  • Niveous (adj.) - Resembling snow.
  • Nodus Tollens (n.) - The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
  • Nostalgia (n.) - A bittersweet longing for things, persons or situations of the past.
  • Novaturient (adj.) - Desiring or seeking powerful change in one’s life, behavior or situation.
  • Numinous (adj.) - Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted — the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired.
  • Nyctophile (n.) - A person who loves night, darkness.
  • Nyctophilia (n.) - Love of darkness or night, finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
  • Obfuscate (v.) - To confuse or bewilder; to render obscure, unclear or intelligible; to darken.
  • Oeillade (n.) - an amorous glance; ogle.
  • Offing (n.) - The sea between the horizon and the offshore.
  • Oneirataxia (n.) - The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
  • Onism (n.) - The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
  • Onomatopoeia (n.) - A word that sounds like its meaning.
  • Opia (n.) - The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
  • Opulent (adj.) - Lush, luxuriant.
  • Oriflamme (n.) - A symbol or standard that inspires condense, devotion or courage.
  • Orphic (adj.) - Mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.
  • Otiose (adj.) - Being at leisure; idle; indolent.
  • Palimpsest (n.) - A manuscript written over earlier ones.
  • Panacea (n.) - A solution for all problems.
  • Pandiculation (n.) - An all-over stretching and yawning, as upon waking or going to bed.
  • Panoply (n.) - A complete set.
  • Parageusia (n.) - An abnormal or hallucinatory sense of taste.
  • Pastiche (n/v.)- An art work combining materials from various sources.
  • Peart (adj.) - Lively; cheerful.
  • Penultimate (adj.) - Next to the last.
  • Penumbra (n.) - A half-shadow.
  • Peripeteia (n.) - A sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return.
  • Persnickety (adj.) - Placing too much emphasis on trivial or minor details; fussy.
  • Perspicuous (n.) - Clearly expressed or presented; lucid.
  • Petrichor (n.) - The pleasant smell of earth after rain.
  • Pettifogging (adj.) - Insignificant; petty.
  • Phatic (adj.) - Denoting speech used to express or create an atmosphere of shared feeling, goodwill or sociability rather than to convey information.
  • Philocalist (n.) - A lover of beauty; someone who finds and appreciates beauty in all things.
  • Philonoist (n.) - One who seeks knowledge.
  • Philophobia (n.) - The fear of falling in love.
  • Phosphenes (n.) - The stars and colors you see when you rub your eyes.
  • Photophile (n.) - A person who loves light.
  • Pisanthrophobia (n.) - Fear of trusting people due to past experiences with relationships gone bad.
  • Pistoriophile (n.) - A lover of baking, baked goods.
  • Pluvial (adj.) - Of or pertaining to rain; rainy.
  • Pluviophile (n.) - A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
  • Pontificate (n.) - To express one’s opinions in a way considered annoyingly pompous or dogmatic; (in the Roman Catholic Church) to officiate as a bishop.
  • Prate (v.) - To talk excessively and pointlessly.
  • Propinquity (n.) - An inclination.
  • Pulchritudinous (adj.) - Physically beautiful; comely.
  • Pyrrhic (adj.) - Successful with heavy losses.
  • Quaintrelle (n.) - a woman who emphasizes a life of passion, expressed through personal style, leisurely pastimes, charm, and cultivation of life’s pleasures.
  • Quaquaversal (adj.) - Moving or happening in every direction instantaneously.
  • Quatervois (n.) - A crossroads; a critical decision or turn point in one’s life.
  • Querencia (n.) - A place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
  • Quiescent (adj.) - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
  • Quintessential (adj.)- Most essential.
  • Quixotic (adj.) - Extravagantly chivalrous or romantic.
  • Raconteur (n.) - one who excels in story-telling.
  • Raison d'être (n.) - a reason for existing.
  • Ravel (v) - To knit or unknit; confuse or complicate.
  • Razz (v.) - To deride; make fun of; tease.
  • Redamancy (n.) - act of loving in return.
  • Redolent (adj.) - Fragrant.
  • Retrophile (n.) - A lover of past eras and objects.
  • Retrouvaille (n.) - The joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery.
  • Rimjhim (n.) - A light, tapping sound produced by the series of raindrops rapidly falling and hitting onto a surface.
  • Riparian (adj.) - By the bank of a stream.
  • Ripple (n.) - A very small wave.
  • Rubatosis (n.) - The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
  • Rubricate (v.) - To mark or color with red.
  • Rückkehrunruhe (n.) - The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
  • Rusticate (v.) - To go to the country.
  • Sangfroid (n.) - Coolness of mind; calmness; composure.
  • Sapiosexual (n.) - A person who is sexually attracted to intelligence in others.
  • Sciamachy (n.) - An act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.
  • Scintilla (n.) - A tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace.
  • Scintillate (v.) - To emit sparks; to twinkle, as the stars.
  • Scofflaw (n.) - A person who flouts the law, especially one who fails to pay fines owned.
  • Sehnsucht (n.) - “the inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what”; a yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home.
  • Selcouth (adj.) - Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous
  • Selenophile (n.) - A person who loves the moon.
  • Sempiternal (adj.) - Everlasting; eternal.
  • Seraglio (n.) - Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem.
  • Serendipity (n.) - Finding something nice while looking for something else; finding something good without looking for it.
  • Shtick (n.) - One’s special interest, talent, etc.
  • Sillage (n.) - The scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume.
  • Sirimiri (n.) - A light rain, a fine drizzle.
  • Slake (v.) - To allay (thirst, desire, wrath, etc.) by satisfying.
  • Smultronställe (n.) - lit. “place of wild strawberries”; a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness.
  • Sobremesa (n.) - The time spent around the table after lunch or dinner, talking to the people you shared the meal with; time to digest and savor both food and friendship.
  • Soigné (adj.) - Possessing an aura of sophistication in dress, manner or design; presented or prepared with an elegance attained through care for the finer details.
  • Solivagant (adj.) - Wandering alone.
  • Sophrosyne (n.) - A healthy state of mind, characterized by self-control, moderation, and a deep awareness of one’s true self, and resulting in true happiness.
  • Sortable (adj.) - A person you can take anywhere without fear of being embarrassed.
  • Sough (n./v.) - The gentle, soothing murmur of wind or water; to moan, to rustle, to sigh.
  • Squib (n.) - A short and witty or sarcastic saying or writing.
  • Stigmatophile (n.) - a person who loves tattoos and/or piercings.
  • Summery (adj.) - Light, delicate or warm and sunny.
  • Sumptuous (adj.) - Lush, luxurious.
  • Superfluous (adj.) - More than enough; unnecessary.
  • Surreptitious (adj.) - Secretive, sneaky.
  • Susquehanna (n.) - A river in Pennsylvania.
  • Susurrant (adj.) - Softly murmuring; whispering.
  • Susurrous (adj.) - Whispering, hissing or rustling sound.
  • Syzygy (n.) - An alignment of three celestial objects, as the sun, the earth, and the moon.
  • Talisman (n.) - A good luck charm.
  • Tarantism (n.) - Overcoming melancholy by dancing; the uncontrollable urge to dance.
  • Thalassophile (n.) - A person who loves the sea and/or ocean.
  • Thinking (n.) - The talking of the soul with itself.
  • Tintinnabulation (n.) - Tinkling; the sound “that so musically wells from the bells, bells, bells, bells”; the sound that lingers after a bell has been struck.
  • Thorpe (n.) - A man who is desperately in love with a woman, but cannot admit his feelings or approach her.
  • Toothsome (adj.) - Pleasing to the taste; palatable.
  • Trenchant (adj.) - Vigorous or incisive in expression or style.
  • Transpontine (adj.) - Across or beyond a bridge.
  • Trouvaille (n.) - Something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall.
  • Tsundoku (n.) - The act of buying a book and leaving it unread, often piled together with other unread books.
  • Tumultuary (adj.) - Confused; disorderly; haphazard.
  • Ugsome (adj.) - Horrid; loathsome.
  • Umbreiferious (adj.) - Casting or making shade.
  • Untoward (adj.) - Unseemly, inappropriate.
  • Vellichor (n.) - The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
  • Vestigial (adj.) - In trace amounts.
  • Viridescent (adj.) - Slightly green; greenish.
  • Vorfreude (n.) - The joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.
  • Wafture (n.) - Waving.
  • Wallflower (n.) - A person who because of shyness, unpopularity or lack of a partner, remains at the side at a part or dance; any person that remains on or has been forced to the sidelines of any activity.
  • Wherewithal (n.) - The means.
  • Williwaw (n.) - A violent squall that blows in near-polar latitudes.
  • Wisenheimer (n.) - A wisecrack or smart aleck.
  • Withershins (adv.) - Counterclockwise; in a direction contrary to the natural one.
  • Woebegone (adj.) - Sorrowful, downcast.
  • Ya’aburnee (n.) - lit “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.
  • Yūgen (n.) - An awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious for words.

I’m going to do my best to update this as best as I can for the rest of the year and use these words in daily conversations and my vernacular in general. They’ll be mainly used for when I reflect back on things (aka colloquies from the balcony) and for my daily journal entries for this page.


P.S. Sorry if there are some typos or words that are out of order alphabetically; autocorrect tends to best me without me noticing.

Inhumans Epilogue Part One

Originally posted by coldbloodedexosquirrel

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Epilogue P1, Epilogue P2 (The End)

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 7K

AN: I’m cutting it up into two parts because it got pretty long. Next part will be out before NEXT Thursday, not this one. This one is a bit early. Feel free to tell me your thoughts and thank you all for reading once again!

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mental health check:

• Did you sleep well last night?
• Have you had a good, balanced meal recently?
• Have you talked/written down your emotions?
• Have you had a conversation with a friend?
• Are you practicing gratitude?
• Do you need to see your therapist soon?
• Are you taking your meds?
• Do you feel healthy?
• Is there anything you can do today to help your state of mind?
• Is there something bothering you?

anonymous asked:

I... I don't even... this is just... nasty?? The shallowness and complete disregard for people who will, deservedly, feel disrespected is so gross.

It’s absolutely ridiculous and I hope she gets reprimanded for it. You are trying to gain the favor of a fandom, and the ones who will really swallow this charade are often times young and impressionable. The worst thing you can do is tell them that there is something wrong with their bodies and that they are mistreating it by feeding it things it would like to eat…how is that even a healthy state of mind?! This fat shaming is absurd in this year of our lord 2k17!


Originally posted by ice-eternity

Written for @jpadjackles​ 1k Celebration Challenge (I’m sorry this is later than I planned!)

Prompt: Homesick by Louden Swain

Summary: Sam and Dean are leaving for a case and you stay behind for a very important reason.

Characters/relationships: Sam x reader, Dean

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

For the first time in years, Sam felt completely and wonderfully at ease. He had never been able to relax after he joined Dean and crisscrossed the country, hunting the earth’s most deadly creatures day and night. He had Dean to worry about, the potential victims, the fate of the world, and sometimes, himself. Then one day, unexpectedly, he had you. You came along, unannounced, but without guesswork, striking right through the noisy mess of Sam’s life and presenting to him a clear path. The relationship was never complicated, never messy, and always reliable.

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What is Looping, and Have I Mistyped Because of It?

In response to an anon I received a few days ago on how to determine what type you are if you are looping. More specifically, if they themselves were a looping INFJ or ISTP.

What is a Loop?

A loop, by cognitive definition, is when you skip over your auxiliary function, going directly from your dominant to your tertiary, without the auxiliary coming into play at all. 

For example, in, say, an INFP. A looping INFP would go from Fi to Si, skipping over Ne completely in the cognitive process to use Si and then Te.

This state of mind is very common, often happening due to stress, internal conflict, or simply because the situation calls for it.

Loops are usually completely normal, and very common. Everyone loops at some point, but it usually happens very briefly(a few minutes/hours). These loops are comfortable and can be even enjoyable for the subjected party, often coming into play for important decision.

However, sometimes, one may go into an extended loop, lasting several days or even months. These types of loops are very unhealthy for the subjected party, often resulting in poor mental health. 

When someone talks about loops, the latter(unhealthy) ones are generally what is being spoken of, and will be what I am discussing.

How Am I Looping?

Whether or not you are looping, at least in the sense of an extended and unhealthy loop, is generally pretty self evident if you know what it is.

If you already know your type/functions, either due to typing in a healthy state of mind or by deductive reasoning and knowledge of how the entire function stack works, then the lack/loss of your auxiliary function may come as a bit of a surprise, or as a massive source of confusion.

So, in reference to the original question(s), which is ‘How do I know if I’m a looping (insert Type here), or a looping (insert type here)?’

Four Ways to Determine Your Type while Looping

1. Make sure you are, indeed, looping.

This does seem rather counterproductive, but keep in mind that looping is not the only thing that can mess up your cognitive processes. You could be gripping, or you could have a toxic dominant function, or you could simply be using your functions in an unhealthy manner.

Or you could simply have mistaken one combination of cognitive functions for another, and may need to study cognitive processes and how they work together more.

Before determining your type based on a loop, make sure that there is, indeed, a function ‘missing’ as it were. Otherwise, you could very well mistype, and potentially mess with your cognitive processes by attempting to break out of a nonexistent loop.

2. Examine your dominant function

The obvious question to ask yourself, first, is exactly what you would expect it to be. Which function of the two you think are looping do you use first? 

No, not which is strongest. This is a common misconception in MBTI, that the strongest function is your dominant function. However, considering the environmental factors in determining one’s type, it is entirely possible that one may be forced to use certain functions more. (For example, a strong Fe type in an environment where expression of one’s emotions is forbidden/taboo may mistype due to Fe being suppressed.)

So, that misinformation aside, which function do you go to first

 I’ll use the example of a looping INFJ vs. a looping ISTP. 

 In an ISTP, their primary function is Ti, or Introverted Thinking. When they process something, they do it via their internal logical processes, THEN it goes to Ni. 

 In an INFJ, their primary function is Ni, or Introverted Intuition. They process things by intuitively extrapolating a conclusion, and THEN it goes to Ti. 

This example given, examine yourself and try to think of whether or not you are more comfortable using one function more than another, and which one you use first. Once you’ve got your answer, therein lies your type.

3. Examine your inferior function

The Inferior Function is the fourth in your function stack. Now, normally it is fairly weak due to a lack of use. 

However, despite its weakness, it does still work, contrary to popular belief. Though it tends to still be weak when you use it, it serves a purpose. 

Now, out of the two functions that are not in the loop(Fe and Se in the previous case of the INFJ and ISTP), which one is weak, and which one is nonexistent? 

While looping, one skips over the auxiliary function, therefore it does not come into play whatsoever. It is virtually nonexistent due to the loop.

An Inferior function still works despite its placement, and is therefore stronger than the auxiliary function while looping. 

In the case of the INFJ vs. ISTP:

The INFJ would skip over Fe, making it nigh nonexistent, directly to Ti, then Se. Se would still come into play, weakly, but it would very much still be there.

The ISTP would skip over Se, making it nigh nonexistent, directly to Ni, then Fe. Fe would come into play, weakly, but more strongly than Se, because, obviously, Se isn’t there.

The one that is nonexistent is your auxiliary, the one that is weak would be your inferior. If you are unsure what a function looks like when it is nonexistent, I would suggest looking at PoLR descriptions of the two functions you are struggling with understanding. 

4. Read up on/examine your Shadow Functions

The Shadow Functions are the four functions not in your primary function stack. They come into play, just like the primary stack, but generally do so entirely unconsciously. 

They fall in the same order as your primary function stack, but with introversion and extroversion reversed.

Example: An ISTP would have the primary functions Ti-Se-Ni-Fe. Then, Shadow Functions Te-Si-Ne-Fi.

Put simply, The 5th(Opposing Personality) function works as an unconscious inferior function, or ‘argumentative’ function as it were.

The 6th(Critical Parent) function is actually quite strong, but used entirely unconsciously. 

The 7th(Trickster or Point of Least Resistance(PoLR)) function is very, very weak, to the point of nonexistence.

Now, with this knowledge, you can examine your PoLR function. In INFJs, it’s Te, in ISTPs, it’s Ne. Look up PoLR functions and how each function works in that place. You can potentially decide between the two types by determining your PoLR and Critical Parent function, if all else fails.

In addition, and on a final note, please keep in mind that some loops do stem from mental illness. If this lasts for too long or drastically decreases your quality of life, your ‘loop’ may indeed be something else entirely, and it may be in your best interests to seek out psychiatric help. However, as this is usually not the case, don’t stress about it.


Sophrosyne - Chanyeol (M)

Request: You are a 9 tailed fox and Chanyeol is a wolf, you two fall in love even though it’s forbidden, Chanyeol insists on you meeting the boys because he thinks you can fool them, but Suho notices and tells you to leave Chanyeol, you do because you don’t want to endanger him, but then later find out that you’re pregnant. angsty/happy ending

Genre: Fluff/Angst ; Smut 

Member: Chanyeol

sophrosyne (n.)

a healthy state of mind, characterised by self-control, moderation, and a deep awareness of ones true self, resulting in true happiness

 You were currently cuddled up with your boyfriend, Chanyeol, on your bed. His fingers brushing softly through your hair while his other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his warm body. He smiles at you lovingly, the dimple on his cheek making its presence known. Out of habit you lift your hand up and poke his dimple with your forefinger.

 'Stooop,’ Chanyeol whines like a little kid, sticking his plump lower lip out. You let out a little giggle and give him a quick peck on the lips. You caught him by surprise, causing a huge smile to break out onto his face. ‘I love you,’ he says, softly. 

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anonymous asked:



14. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

In a peaceful state of mind and an energetic, healthy body with a happy and kind soul.
Is that answer valid? 😅

I do have a long list of places I want to experience living in like (Seoul, Tokyo, NYC, Edinburgh and so many more!) But I think no place I go to will make me happy unless I am at peace with myself.

last night i went out for ice cream with my friend from work and im just proud of myself bc if this was last year i would be feeling soo guilty and like only eating fruits and vegetables today. the ice cream might not have been the healthiest choice but at least my state of mind is healthy

The biggest difference between starvation and living healthy is of course my happinies and state of mind. But what also changed is my goal.
I don’t want to look in certain way anymore. (Sure, I reblog photos of fit woman, but also of plus size girls (that are in no way unhealthy, you get what I’m trying to say). Because I like the strenght in them.)
I want to be strong and happy. I will feed my body with the stuff it needs and exercise. And if i won’t end up with a thigh gap? Who freakin cares! I’ll have the body I’m supposed to have, and it doesnt have to be “perfect”.

Why I Support the Rin and Shirou Ship More Than the Other Pairings

First Type Moon musing since the Demon Hunters Association!

(BTW, if you’re reading this, you don’t have to necessarily agree with me regarding my arguments about this ship or if you don’t support this particular pairing in general; everyone’s got their own opinion after all. That saying I apologize in advance if I unintentionally end up attacking other ships here while I argue about mine. Feel free to express your own opinion about it if you want to argue against my own statements. I’m just venting here, I might add.)

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You. (Dean X Reader Soulmate AU)

Short Story Description: Set in supernatural universe. You wake up one day, with no memory or knowledge as to how you got in the middle of a forest. All you know is youre a hunter and a good one. Almost getting killed, however, leads to you meeting the boys. Dean, instantly, feels different with you as you feel different with him. You fall in love, and knowing you have the name ‘Dean’ on your wrist calms you. But without being able to tell Dean your name, you panic. Little did you know, Dean already knows your name.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Castiel

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Angst, fluff, self-hate, self-harm, jealousy

A/N: So, this chapter is pretty intense. When i started this story, it was my venting tool. Now that there’s people who actually like it, I’m happy. The reader is based on me. So alot of things that reader says and describes are self feelings. All of the chapter below is everything thats happened to me regarding reader’s feelings and what she does to herself. I hope this isn’t a trigger for anyone. If so, im so sorry. I hope that you guys like this chapter.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

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Chapter Seven


I don’t know how long it’s been since (Y/n) fell asleep. I’m not complaining though. Its quite nice to have her sleeping peacefully near me. I could feel her chest slowly rise and fall. The small noises she made when she moved. The way her face would scrunch up randomly. It was beautiful. As I was driving to the bunker, I pretty much smiled the whole damn way. “You don’t know what you do to me (Y/n), god, how is it that you’re here with me right now ?” I whispered to her because I didn’t want to risk waking her up. I sighed contently, and kept rubbing her soft hair. She moaned. That gave me shivers and a slight erection which I hoped it went the freak away. I cannot let her already know how much control she has over me. I would do anything for her. Seeing her, asleep, at peace, I’d do everything to make sure she always feels and looked this way. But if she’s with me, that will never happen. Dammit, Dean. Be happy the girl is actually here. Your soulmate ! She’s here ! She’s yours. I can protect her. I’ll do everything to make sure she’s happy but that won’t be with me. I drove in silence, listening to (Y/n)’s soft breathing until I reached the bunker. I slowly got out of the car, making sure to not wake (Y/n) up. I went to her side of the car and slowly, picked her up and took her inside. It was night and dark. When I finally got to the door, I somehow was able to open it, carrying precious cargo inside. I slowly walked and took her to her room where I laid her down slowly. I took off her jacket, her shoes and everything else that isn’t considered pajamas. As I was walking out, I almost face planted into Castiel.

“Cas, what the hell ?!”

“Dean, why are you whispering ?”

“(Y/n) is asleep.”


“Cas, we need to talk.”

“OK Dean, but first I need to tell you something.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Why would I shoot you Dean ?”

“No, Cas, its a figure of speech, it mea- just never mind, what do you need to tell me ?”

“Dean, you aren’t worthy of her love.” That’s when my rage took over. I wasn’t worthy of her love ? I mean, I didn’t want her to be stuck with me, but I’m sure as hell ain’t letting this angel make me look like an ass.

“I’m not worthy ?” As I said this, I realized I couldn’t have said it anymore venomous than it came out.

“No, you’re not. That’s why my name is on her wrist as well. However, I thought I’d be best if she didn’t have me in her life, but I realized she needs me more than she needs you.” Every word that came out of his mouth stung and cut me up inside.

“Well, guess what ? My name was there first. She belongs to me.”

“She was given a second chance. She has a chance to not be doomed. I wish I could’ve realized this sooner. Before everything I did.” I couldn’t stop myself from clenching my jaw so hard, I felt like a Ken barbie doll. My hands immediately went into fists. It took all my might to not punch him right there and then.

“What. Did. You. Do ?” Every word came out angrier than the last.

“I thought it would be best if I erased all of her memories of the last five years. All the years that included me in her life. When we met, when we fell in love, when she had a choice to be with me, but she was weak. Not even my grace could heal her. She was broken inside. She was hurting. I just, I didn’t want her to have memories of those hard times.”

“So, you’re the reason she’s like this ? Does Bobby know ?”


“Ok, well he’s gonna beat your ass.”

“I know he will be angry, but I believed it was for the best.”

“Well, it wasn’t, but you did it, you screwed her up. I’m willing to help her be her again.” And it was in that moment that I realized, I wasn’t going to leave her side. I just, couldn’t. She was my world now. And I was gonna take damn good care of it despite, what everyone, or angel, says. “Well, screw you Cas, I’m gonna be here for her.”

“Dean, I don’t want to fight.”

“I’d fight for her any day.”

“Fine, its war Dean. She will be mine. I will get her and she will be mine.”

“Not if I win her first.”

“What the hell ?” This voice was one that would make me melt, but in this moment, it filled me with fear. It sounded so, broken. “I’m not some item.” My eyes quickly turned to see a beautiful tearstained girl looking at me and Cas. “I’m not some trophy or property to be won and shelved. So you can both go and screw yourselves. ” she quickly pushed past me and ran towards Sam’s room. She slammed the door and I could hear her angrily, telling, practically yelling, to Sam what just happened. I was stunned. I couldn’t speak. I screwed up badly.


“Sam, they were talking about me like if I was some t-trophy or item, they had no respect whatsoever ! And I found out why I can’t remember anything !” Sam just watched you as you walked back and forth and ranted. Sincerely, you had woken and scared the crap out of him. He was worried from the moment he saw you pressed against the door.

“It was Castiel, he did this to me.” Your eyes began to water again, which made it worse. “He said, he s-said I was broken.” You couldn’t stop crying. Sam stood up from his bed right away and engulfed you in a big hug. Thats when you began sobbing. “I, Sam, I have to show you something.” Sam pulled away enough to hold you closely at arms length. You slowly moved back and took the shirt you were wearing slowly off. The moment his eyes landed on your body, they were wide. Full of fear, of mixed emotions, of hurt, of anger, of anything that wasn’t good. You were vulnerable infront of Sam. You had no idea why you trusted him so much. You had only met him the day before, but god, did he feel like that brotherly, father type you ever so needed in your life. His staring and wide eyes made you extremely self-conscious, as if you weren’t already. You began to cry. “Im sick Sam, and I can’t be helped.”

The tears in your eyes wouldn’t stop falling down your face. Sam was breathless. Eventually, you turned on the light only revealing everything else, which made Sam cry with you. He dealt with monsters, with spirits, with demons, he had scars of his own, but he’d be lying if what he saw didn’t break his heart. When you removed your shirt, he was shocked. He didn’t want to do anything. He just didn’t see you that way, and you were his brother’s soulmate. He couldn’t do that. But the moment he saw your bruised, cut up, scarred skin, he couldn’t help but stare, wide eyed. When you said you were sick, it didn’t click to him at first. But the moment he saw your skin covered in lines, so many lines, he knew you weren’t in a healthy state of mind. After a long time of quietness, you explained your theory to Sam. You were a cutter. These, could never be hunting scars. These were from internal battles you always lost too. You concluded, you were depressed. And the jumpiness and uncontrollable panics, was anxiety. It was the only reasonable explanation. Once you had turned on the light, it only made everything much more exposed. Upon your thighs, you had an endless amounts of dark, faded lines going in every direction, and covering, almost, every inch of skin. Your stomach wasn’t a great sight either. It burned you so much to see soo many self harmed places. Your arms weren’t pretty, your stomach neither, you legs were bad, and even, your ankles took a pretty bad beating. What Castiel said was right. You felt broken. You looked broken. You were broken.


After she left to Sammy’s room, Castiel poofed of to God knows where. I was standing alone inside of her temporary room. I couldn’t believe we had argued about her if she was a toy. I wanted to cry. The last damn thing I’d want her to think was that she wasn’t worth every fight. I can’t bare the thought of hurting her, but losing her was worse. She was mine. She was meant to be mine. I have to protect. No, i need to. Shes someone who ive been waiting for my whole life. I just… Dean, snap out of it ! Shell suffer with you, youll break her more. I can’t do this to her. She doesn’t deserve crap like me. Im nothing compared to her. She was worth everything. I cant hurt her. I’ll keep her away. Thats the only solution. I stood up from her bed and slowly walked to my room.


I need to save (Y/n) before he hurts her. She broken. I need to heal her. I need her to be safe. Shes the reason for my existence. Flying to the nearest motel, i stood in the room observing my suroundings. She needs me. I need her. I will fight for her. If Dean will declare war for her, i will fight.


As i fell asleep in Sam’s bed, feeling safe, i felt like crying everything i had inside of me. I hope that everything i believed was the answer, wasn’t. I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of what i have dont to myself. The pain, the stupidity, the want for in the moment pleasure. The swift movement of the object, creafting a swift line of red across your skin. The suddent feeling of a sharp object on your arms jolts you awake. You felt the blade cross your skin, again and again. It burned inside. You looked at your arm and it was as clean as it could but the burning, new cut sensation fueled uour body for more. It felt like ecstasy. One minute you were terrified of this sudden hunger for pain, but it made you feel good to know, it was going to be over soon. You slowly stood from Sam’s bed and walked to the kitchen. You looked for a sharp object. You found the knife drawer. You grabbed the sharpest one and sat down, back to the wall. You slowly placed the blade up to your skin, hesitating a few seconds before merely slicing your skin, over and over. You couldn’t control yourself. It felt like you were trapped in yoir brain. Nobody being able to hear you. “(Y/n) ? Wha- (Y/N)!!!” Dean practically pranced to your side. You had cut up both of your arms very badly. You had lost blood, but not enough to be considered fatal.

Dean carried you, practically running to the library. Setting you down on the table, he ran for alcohol and gauze wraps. He had never seen this side of you. It was as if you were in a trance you couldn’t be awoken from. You watched Dean and you screamed from the inside for him to save you, to free you. He didnt hear you. You watched as he cleaned you and wrapped you. You had knocked out unconsciously.


When i heard noise in the kitchen, i thought it was Sam. However, walking into what i saw, was the one thing my mind feared of most: losing her. She had a knife in one hand, and on the other, blood. She was covered in it. She was hurting herself. After cleaning her up, i picked her up softly and took her to my room. I set her down and practically ran for Sam. “SAMMY !”

“Dean, c-calm down.” He immediately stood and reached for my shoulder to get me less tense.

“Sammy, i almost lost her. She almost-” i swallowed the words before saying them. His eyes showed those of concern and pure fear. “She cut herself, badly, and, she has s-scars all over !” Sam stayed quiet. “Sam, why are you quiet ?”

“Dean, she, uh” he couldn’t finish. I saw the tears silently forming in his eyes.

“Shes sick, Dean.” And i swear, in that moment, every ounce of my being came crashing down. My world was broken. She was not ok, i was not ok.

Baby, ill save you. I promise.

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SHOUTOUT TO MY BESTFRIEND @spn-mudkip @spn-mudkip @spn-mudkip

@mrswhozeewhatsis @nitelotus @jensenacklesfuckmeyes @dan-haynes @gabby913 @busybee612 @allinhishands @catastrophic-carrie @secret-stashes

As sad as it sounds, some people are just in our lives as a means of medicine. And as soon as we have recovered, we must let go and live. That doesn’t mean that we no longer love or need them, that doesn’t mean that they no longer serve a purpose, but in order for us to maintain a healthy mind state from now on, we must continue this journey and blossom and live. Some people are like medicine and overdosing is never a good idea. Set yourself free.
—  MR - Been listening to Justin Bieber - Where are you now..

Go Home
“Where is she?” Came Harry’s sudden question, causing most everyone in the room to jump at his unexpected presence. He had marched in with a purpose and his features displayed his dedication to whoever he was searching for.
“Harry! We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow,” one of your managers shook her head with astonishment, her business conversation with another manager put off to the side at the sight of your husband.
“I caught an earlier flight,” Harry simply explained as he paused next to the woman addressing him, “where is she?”
“Oh, uh, it seems she’s locked herself in the bathroom,” your manager informed with a roll of her eyes, “Y/F’s been trying to get her to come out all afternoon and she won’t budge. Mind giving it a try? She has a show in two hours, so we kinda need her to wrap it up.”
“Well, that may be a little hard considering her state, Y/M,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the woman before him before shaking his head in utter disappointment and turning to make his way towards the direction your manger had said you were. He was greeted by your crew members and a few others as he made his way to the bathroom you had locked yourself in hours previously. Your friend had been in the midst of using gentle, coaxing words to lull you out of your hiding place when Harry softly urged her away from the door, offering a sympathetic smile as he did so.
“Has she said anything?” Harry inquired, his fist pausing in mid air as he went to knock on the door that separated you from the rest of the world.
“No,” your good companion frowned and shook her head, “just a lot of crying and asking to be left alone. She’s got a show in-”
“Two hours, I know. We’ll see how she’s feeling,” Harry patiently nodded as his knuckles went to harshly tap on the bathroom door, “Y/N, love… It’s Harry; let me in, yeah?”
“What are you doing here?” Came your delayed response as you sat hunched over on the toilet seat cover.
“Never mind that,” Harry shook his head at your inquiry, “let me in, babe. C’mon.”
“I can’t,” you shook your head as you inhaled sharply, trying to clean up before Harry would inevitably be let in.
“Why not?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the door he had stood in front of, hoping you hadn’t done anything rash.
“I’m,” you trailed off as you rushed to clear your face, “busy.”
“Doing what?” Harry asked, making you roll your eyes in the process.
“Nothing,” you sighed as you unlocked the door and went back to what you had originally entered the bathroom for. Harry’s figure came through the door as you cleared your throat and proceeded to quietly apply the bases for your makeup look.
“Then what’s with shutting yourself up?” Harry inquired as you glanced at his features in the mirror you had previously gone to stand in front of.
“Didn’t you have a lunch or something?” You changed the subject, not wanting to have to explain yourself for the umpteenth time.
“Don’t change the subject,” Harry warned with a slight tilt of his head, “what happened?”
“Nothing, I just,” your voice failed to continue as your hands rubbed together, traces of lotion still on them.
“Babe, it’s me,” Harry’s shoulders sunk behind you as you refused to make eye contact with Harry, settling for staring down at your hands as tears welled up before your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, given the fact that your tone would crack before you would most likely start sobbing. You could only shake your head in silence as you put up a fight against the tears that had plagued you since you had woke up much earlier.
“I’m just tired,” you finally choked out before your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to your husband, your arms extending to meet Harry in a tight embrace. Your face gradually became damp once more as you let the tears drop from your eyes.
“Y/N,” Harry trailed off just as you felt his palm against the back of your head, pushing you closer to his chest. You deeply inhaled and were instantly comforted by Harry’s familiar scent.
“I have no friends or family around, Harry,” you wept.
“You have me,” Harry trailed off, his other hand going to gently rub your back.
“You’ve only been here a grand total of three hours… I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few minutes… I’m just so tired.”
“Go on,” Harry urged, knowing how much it helped your emotional state to vent to someone.
“I’m constantly tied up with business or preparing,” you paused to inhale, “I’m getting bigger and bigger every day now, so they have me working out even more than ever and I’m on a gross, healthy diet so I won’t gain as much weight but I’m pregnant, Harry. It seems like I’m hungry all the time, now, and healthy food does not satisfy the cravings I get. I just want a really good burger… I’m a mess and I’m a whale and they expect me to go out and perform like I’m not.”
“Then come back home, baby,” Harry stated, exhaling as you wept on his chest.
“I can’t just cancel the tour,” you shook your head as you wiped at your nose.
“Sure you can,” Harry laughed, “if you feel so negatively, take your maternity leave earlier.”
“People’ve paid for their dates, already,” you reasoned, “I couldn’t do that to them.”
“They’ll understand,” Harry assured as you felt his hold on you slightly tighten.
“No, I couldn’t; I just have a month left, anyways,” you shook your head once again as you pulled away from Harry, “I can suck it up and work… I just… it gets a little hard, you know?”
“I can’t even imagine performing at almost four months along,” Harry shook his head at you as he stared at your features, “and I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to take your maternity leave after this show.”
“Harry,” you trailed off, tilting your head at Harry as you did so.
“No, Y/N,” Harry cut you off with a shake of his head, “when you said you could do it, I was a little doubtful because pregnancy can be pretty tough on women and I wasn’t sure you’d be able to make it this far. The morning sickness was bad enough but you’re starting to get into the months when you’ll be out of energy faster than usual.”
“But I can do it,” you began with a reassuring shake of your head.
“I don’t think that you can, love,” Harry frowned at you as your hand settled on your hip, “you’re sitting in the bathroom crying and stressing about your day to day tasks. I think it’s time you take mercy on your body and our developing child, and go home.”
“See? This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” you sighed as you began packing your lotions and primers.
“Y/N, are you forgetting you’re carrying our baby, yet you’re willing to cause harm to him or her and yourself?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at you as you shook your head.
“We’ll both be fine; my body’s used to the stress of this sort of lifestyle,” you explained, “even the doctor said it would be alright.”
“But do you feel alright? I mean, really; do you feel you’re in a happy, healthy state of mind?” Harry questioned.
“I feel tired,” you paused as you glanced at Harry in the mirror, “but I can handle it.”
“Babe, I’m asking you nicely to please just finish this show and come home,” Harry sighed as he tilted his head with disappointment, “we’ll get you your burger and have some off time at home.”
“I don’t want to disappoint everyone, though,” you wrinkled your nose as your hands sunk to your sides.
“Babe,” Harry seemed to chuckle to himself as his hands went to rest on your shoulders, “you’re four months along, okay? I don’t think anyone has the right to be disappointed in you for rescheduling or refunding.”
“But you know they will anyways,” you frowned as your gaze went to your hands, once again.
“Then to hell with them,” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as his arms slipped around your torso before his chin gently pressed on your shoulder, “you should come home.”
“I just wanted a good burger,” your features pinched as you turned for Harry to hug you, once again.
“I know, love,” Harry lightly chortled above you, his arms securely wrapping around your body, “we’ll get you one on our way home, yeah?”
“… Okay,” you finally gave in with a sniffle. You supposed Harry had some sense in way he was saying. Things would only get more difficult the more you grew and you had a feeling you would be getting much larger quite soon. So, in the end, you were able to finish a last show before Harry took you home; not forgetting your burger with curly fries, of course.

{A/N: Not edited, will do soon. I apologize for my lack of posts, guys! It’s been a busy week and I haven’t been able to write much but I’m hoping to be able to write a bit more through the weekend. Thank you for reading and don’t forget to have a positive day!}

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“Oh no, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.”

“My lady…” A frown is visible on the captain’s expression, his eyes showing a mixture of concern and disapproval. Yes, it’s true that he follows her will as if it were imprinted into his soul, but his duties as guardian and servant do not end there. Just as he follows her orders, it is also his task to ensure that she is healthy and in a clear state of mind.

“…I can respect that, and I am certainly not going to force you. Still, you should at least try to go outside and speak with the people more often, at least once in a while. Having conversations with some of the townsfolk and knights, it could boost their morale and yours, as well as give you perspective that should prove useful in the future.”