Internet Ink #09112025 | Thoughts No One Will Read

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What’s your favorite word?

This has always been a favorite question.
Mostly because theres an inner child inside, giggling at the irony of the story.

My favorite word is: melancholy

It feels oxymoronic to say… how could such a bitter sweet word be a favorite word?

Because of Winn-Dixie, of course. (hehehe)

No seriously though, do you remember the book Because of Winn-Dixie?
Probably not. (Shoutout Mrs. Blair)

It was a child’s book, and then a movie. I had read it in the third grade, and it was
the first time I had EVER heard such a delicious word.
(I felt just as strongly then, as I do now)

I hadn’t a clue why I liked it so much, and it had seemed to have no meaning to my classmates. Something about that made it even more special.

As time went on, I realized I NEVER heard that word used.
I tried to use it all the time.
It is a poetic word.

mel·an·chol·y | /ˈmel(ə)nˌkälē/ |

n. a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.”an air of melancholy surrounded him” adj.


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