I am weird. I know that it is so. But some things cannot be helped. My weirdness is one of them. I love the sounds of certain words. Most of which I cannot spell properly.
Prerequisite - makes me feel like I'm speaking Latin somehow.
Barbarian - feels brutal.
Crunchy - self-explanitory.
Underpants - ha!
Chocolate - best pronounced with a French accent while picturing Johnny Depp.
Clarity - sounds clear.
Google - makes me picture things bubbling over.
Belligerent - I just wanna plant my feet and put my hands on my hips.
Crisp - really love this one... not real sure why.
Bride - has love and respect all blended into one word.
Antiseptic - sounds painful.
Momma - conjures all sorts of feelings. It's what I called my own Mother in better, safer times. It is what I longed to be called for years. What I am now called a million times a day.
Sacred - has a heavy sound to it. Don't ya think?
Abomination - ugh.
Anguish - sometimes the only word that fits.
Forevermore - lovelier sound than simply 'forever'.
I could go on for a while but I'm tired and I want to start another post about something else entirely. But just one more before I go.... forlorn - doesn't that word just sound lonely?
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