What is love?

In Math: a problem

In History: a war

In Chemistry: a reaction

In Art: a heart

In me: you!


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Words Not Exist in English

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a
conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said.
Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any
abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a
third time.

Three Kinds of Secrets

There are three kinds of secrets:

One — Something that you hide at the bottom of your heart because you do not want it to be mentioned.

Two —  Something that you cannot say even if you want to.

Three — Something that you hope someone asks about even though you’re hiding.


Sometimes, I want you to be involved in every single thing I do.

If I laugh, I want you to smile.

If I get hurt, I want you to be concerned.

And when someone hugs me, I want you to push them away and hug me instead.

I believe …

I believe that everything happens for a reason.

People change so that you can learn to let go.

Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right.

You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.

And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.


Girls are like apples on the trees.

The best ones are at the top of the tree.

The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy.

So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing.

They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.