ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
No lie when I ready the part about complimemts I started crying. Because no matter how hard someone tries to I just shake my head. I just think they’re taking pity or lying. I honestly don’t believe them at all. So this little post will be forever be reblogged by me.