I should be writing more but instead I’m making a list of some words I love. Don’t know why, I just feel like it.

Perendinate - To procrastinate for an especially long time, specifically two days

Hebetudinous - Dull or blunt, can also refer to dull as in boring

Serendipity - Good fortune or luck

Hagiography - A biography painting someone in an especially flattering light

Snip - To cut with a small, quick stroke  (I just like the sound of the word)

Effervescent - Bubbling or vivacious, lively

Quieten - To make or become quiet

Brusque - Abrupt, blunt or rough in manner

Terpsichore - A muse of dancing, choreography (which is another beautiful word in it’s own right)

Sieve - A utensil with a perforated or meshed bottom used for straining

Zephyr - A gentle breeze

—  (adjective) In the list of one of the most 100 beautiful words in the English language, ineffable’s beauty lies in its flowing sound and meaning. Ineffable describes the sentiment of being unable to express something in words because it is too extreme to communicate; words cannot possibly do justice at this particular moment. 
21 Beautiful Words

Adoxography: Beautiful writing with a subject of little or no importance.

Nepenthe: Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.

Oneirataxia: The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Eunoia: Beautiful thinking; a well mind.

Psithurism: The sound of wind blowing through trees.

Alate: Having wings; lifted up in flight.

Commuovere: To stir, to touch, to move to tears.

Orphic: Mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

Aeipathy: An enduring and consuming passion.

Nemophilist: A haunter of the woods; one who loves the fores and it’s beauty and solitude.

Dormiveglia: The space that stretches between sleeping and waking. 

Pluviophile; A love of rain.

Acatalepsy: The impossibility of comprehending the universe.

Matutine: Just before the dawn.

Nyctophilia: The love of darkness, or nighttime.

Eleutheromania: An intense and irresistible desire to be free.

Scripturient: Having a consuming passion to write.

Logolepsy: An obsession with words.

Sapiosexual: One who is attracted to the intelligence in others.

Solivagnant: Wandering alone.

Brood: To think alone. 

11 Enthralling Words

billet-doux: a love letter

petrichor: the smell after it rains

mellifluous: a sweet sound

scintilla: a spark or very small thing

chatoyant: like a cat’s eye

evocative: suggestive

syzygy: an alignment of celestial bodies

ephemeral: lasting for a very short time

vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores

lissome: slender and graceful

panoply: complete set

susurrus [soo-sur-uhs]
—  (noun) As one of the most beautiful words in the English language, susurrus is defined as a soft, murmuring sound. It resembles the rustling symphony of the fallen leaves moving across the pavement or the whispers created by the branches of the trees on a windy, autumn day. Uttering susurrus also simulates the acoustics of nature’s effect; this is one of those rare words where its aesthetic, sound and feel coincide beautifully.
This is how we find each other.
Open hands and growing hearts.
The sunset looks like
cotton candy and it is the first color
I’ve seen in years.
When the bad things come at night, we start sleeping with the lights on.
When the bad things come during the day, we start closing the curtains.
This is how we find each other.
Creaking wood floors and open windows.
My hands have stopped shaking
and there is milk in my coffee.
We drink wine out of paper cups
and there are marks on the furniture.
The stubble on your face is a quiet reminder of how much growing we have left to do.
This is how we find each other.
Accidentally, like $20 in a pair of jeans you forgot you owned.
Purposefully, like archaeologists running their fingers over ancient ruins.
There is dirt under our nails and sun trapped beneath our skin.
This is how we find each other.
—  This is how we find each other - Fortesa Latifi
—  (adjective) As one of the 100 most beautiful words in the English lexicon, pyrrhic possesses the most bittersweet connotation. Defined as a type of success marked by the sign of multiple heavy losses, a Pyrrhic victory weighs greater than any achievement due to the difficulties one endured. Although you have met your triumph, it is difficult to obtain a sense of accomplishment. 

The universe is not a thing that is—it is not a *thing* at all. It is the very action of its going. It is, in fact, its own dissolve, and our lives – the entire span of human existence going back and back and, if we are lucky, forward and forward – the entire span is spent within this dissolve.

So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles, and it is all unraveling back to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then, there will be night.

But how beautiful these moments within the dissolve! What a temporary perfection we can find within this passing world! Everything good ever done! Everything good that was done today, and all the good people doing it, and back and back and forward and forward, all of that beauty within a universe unraveling.

Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it *is*.

—  Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 49: Old Oak Doors

written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor

voiced by Cecil Baldwin
—  (noun) Psychology | Coined by psychologist Dorothy Tennov, limerence is loosely defined as a compulsive level of infatuation. In this state, the mind emotionally and physically projects romantic thoughts and desires to form or maintain a relationship with a particular person. It’s a sense of lovesickness, portrayed by the latter symptoms: the idealization of another person, extreme shyness or nervousness around the beloved, a fear or rejection, which can drive one to despair, intensely analyzing every word said by the one they crave, experiencing physical symptoms when around this person, such as sweaty palms, heart palpitations and other senses of euphoria when their presence is recognized by the one they desire. 

You said before that I’m jealous, and my god I am.

I’m jealous of the moon because he gets to hear your thoughts at 2am.

I’m jealous of your bed sheets as they get to hold you whilst you fall asleep.

I’m jealous of the wind as it gets to brush your hair off of your face.

I’m jealous of water because it gets to touch every inch of your skin and wash you.

I’m jealous of fire because I can see it burn in your soul.

I am jealous of everybody who shares the air you breathe because they get to be close to you.

And I am so jealous of the sun as it gets to shine on you, make you warm and illuminate that dazzling smile of yours.

If you don’t think you’re special, Think Again because it takes a wonderful type of person to make another person jealous of the elements that came together to make them just because those elements get to be with them all the time.