Soflamera
a female with over the top reactions. exaggerates the truth to the extend of sounding ridiculous. makes a big deal out of nothing
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solaera
The most beautiful and smart girl/woman in the world. She is one of a kind and always has pure intentions. Good things actually great things come to her in abundance and she has gratitude and a heart that is unmatched. Solaera is gorgeous … everyone loves her and she is just stunning inside and out. If your name is solaera you are Indeed one of a kind and extraordinary inside and out. Not many people have this name .. at all.. solaera is beautiful and is strong and smart. No negativity gets to solaera. She lights up any room she walks in and has so much happiness and intellect. Solaera is amazing.
solaera by Legendsoup November 23, 2021
Solmera
An emotion that touches your heart but sinks deeper, drifting quietly into your soul.
It’s not sadness, not happiness, not longing — just a deep feeling you can’t explain, cold yet calm, like your soul is underwater.
It lingers — soft and quiet — like a distant echo or a memory you never had.
You feel it deeply, as if something is brushing against your soul.
It’s not sadness, not happiness, not longing — just a deep feeling you can’t explain, cold yet calm, like your soul is underwater.
It lingers — soft and quiet — like a distant echo or a memory you never had.
You feel it deeply, as if something is brushing against your soul.
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)