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Tag yourself as these untranslatable words

I have a whole box of these so let me know if you want more :)

Saudade: ‘Heathrow’ by Catfish and the Bottlemen

(portuguese): a bitter-sweet melancholic yearning for something beautiful that is now gone, there is pain yet also a pleasure that such loveliness once graced our lives 

once blooming flowers wilting under your watch, nostalgic dreaminess clouding your senses, crying over the loss of what could have been rather than them leaving you, the jewelled sorrow and excitement that comes with saying goodbye to one phase of your life

Forelsket: ‘Spark’ by Amber Run

(norwegian): the euphoric feeling at the beginning of love where we can’t believe someone so perfect has wandered into our lives

blushed cheeks that aren’t from jack frost’s bitter kiss, aqua butterflies that escape from one simple hand hold, nocturnal nights with a certain person riding the carousel in your thoughts, honeyed days bleeding with possibility and optimism  

Torschlusspanik: ‘Ordinary’ by Adam Barnes

(german): literally: gate-closing panic, the anxious, claustrophobic feeling that opportunities and options are shutting down 

emerald chains attached to your ankles in the disappearing abyss, brick walls growing that you never wanted built, closing your eyes against the inevitable, leaving without having the chance to say goodbye, days where the sunsets without magenta watercolour spraying the sky 

Schadenfreude: ‘Priest’ by Julia Michaels

(german): the satisfaction we find in another person’s failing or suffering, the relief that another person has been shown to be, like oneself, inadequate and unfortunate 

satan’s own laughter bubbling in your mind, spiked anger acting as a fortress for the inner shy self-worth shivering and disappearing, eyes gleaming with the light of a new revelation, the painful sting of humiliation, shaking karma’s hand and deciding to take control

Querencia: ‘Haven’t Met You Yet’ by Michael Buble

(spanish): describes a place where we feel safe, a ‘home’ from where we draw our strength and inspiration

caramel comfort washing over you the second you fall into someones arms, cloudy dreams of that one plush place, the strange bittersweetness at the end of a holiday because you get to sink into the mundane of home, spending many moons in ‘your place’

Dustscheawung: ‘Books From Boxes’ by Maximo Park

(old english): contemplation of the fact that dust used to be other things- the walls of a city, the chief of the guards, a book, a great tree: dust is always the ultimate destination