“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”—Frida Kahlo
Dépaysement: The sensation of being in another country.
La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. Even a Sex in the City episode was named after it!
Chômer: To be unemployed, but because it’s a verb, it makes the state active.
Profiter: To make the most of or take advantage of.
Flâneur: As defined in the book Elegant Wits and Grand Horizontals, it’s “the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who, being French and therefore frugal, wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely discrimination of a gourmet, savoring the multiple flavors of his city.”
Esprit d’escalier: The literal translation is staircase wit, but it means to think of a comeback when it’s too late.
Retrouvailles: The happiness of meeting again after a long time.
Sortable: An adjective for someone you can take anywhere without being embarrassed.
Voila/voici: It’s so necessary that we use it all the time. “Voila” literally means “there it is” and “voici means “here it is.”
Empêchement: An unexpected last-minute change of plans. A great excuse without having to be specific
Look at this site, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl. The girl who blogs… everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one Tumblr hold? Looking around here you think. Sure, reblog everything. I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty. Reblogged graphics and text posts galore. You want messages? I’ve got twenty! But who cares, no big deal. I want more… I want to be where the hipsters are. I want to see, want to see them bloggin’. Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue. Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far. Friends are required for liking, commenting. When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block. Up where they like, where they reblog. Where they have Caturday and Sundog. Signup is free. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr. What would I give if I could live without these errors? What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash? Bet David Karp, he has a heart. Bet he won’t reprimend his followers. Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters. Forever alone. I’m ready to know what those hipsters know! Ask them my questions and get some answers! What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air? When’s it my turn. Wouldn’t I love. Love to like, follow and reblog. Out of Facebook. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr.