The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that can only be felt.
Anthony De Sa, Barnacle Love (via floralnymph)
My favorite word in any language. It’s a blessing that I got to live in a Portuguese country- if only for a little while, just to hear this beautiful language day in and day out.
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I love my language.
(via youmaysayimdreamy)
(Source: serialstranger, via the-damnedest-thing)
