drifting through infinity

Home · Archive · RSS · Mobile · Ask · Submit · ***

Medeea. 21 years young.
i'm just a travelling soul, drifting through the infinite cosmos, aspiring to inspire the world on my journey of self-discovery. revolutionary stuff, y'know?

(Source: lovequotesrus)

When you truly fall in love it always feels as though you have been resurrected. Intoxicated, and high on a cosmic cloud. Captivated by the unoriginal words that slips through their lips, as if you’ve heard it for the very first time.

Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)

A different kind of love

I’m sitting here, in my bed, alone, at 2:30am, contemplating how I should put my thoughts into coherent words. 

It’s hardly been three months since I met Adam, and we are both undeniably and irrevocably in love with each other, and have been since pretty much the get-go. I am still in awe that a love so great, so pure, so uplifting, so stimulating and challenging has sprung and blossomed out of nowhere, in such a short amount of time!!! This relationship has made me realize that time and circumstances are of no consequence and no importance when it comes to love. A connection can be forged in an hour, a day, a week … and it can be as strong, powerful, divine, and profound as one developed over years. Place and time have nothing to do with love or its intensity. 

What I’m still in awe at is the fact that Adam has told me that he feels as if I am his soulmate. He did this without my prodding or asking, just honestly, candidly, and on his own. He did this without knowing that I’d felt that all along, without knowing that I was too afraid to confess the same sentiment. He told me that meeting me was love at first sight, and had anyone else ever looked me in the eye and told me that, I would have laughed in their face and walked away.

But this man is different. He is patient with me and loves me even when I’m being a pain in the ass. He’s always there for me, to protect and shelter me. He builds me up and restores my confidence in myself when I have none left. He makes me feel like a strong woman, and I am in awe at how our reciprocal love makes me blossom. I feel light and happy and positive and carefree, and it’s taken me all these years and all the heartaches before him to realize that this is what a relationship should be like. Deep, meaningful, passionate love is about building a relationship based on trust and respect, a relationship which makes both people grow into the best versions of themselves. 

I am so grateful to have finally met my soulmate, the one man with whom I share a profound spiritual, emotional, mental, intellectual and physical bond! Words cannot do justice to the overwhelming sense of bliss I have had since we’ve crossed paths. Thank you universe, for manifesting into reality the intent I have put forth when I was truly ready to let love in.  

Maybe it’s not about the length of time you’ve known someone; maybe it’s about instant recognition on an unconscious level. Our souls know each other.

S.E. Hall, Emerge (via quotes-shape-us)

(via marlovely)

"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me." - Joshua Graham

"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me." - Joshua Graham

The way the animals live, everybody envies them, because look, a cat, when it walks—did you ever see a cat making an aesthetic mistake. Did you ever see a badly formed cloud? Were the stars ever misarranged? When you watch the foam breaking on the seashore, did it ever make a bad pattern? Never. And yet we think in what we do, we make mistakes.

Alan Watts, The Nature of Consciousness (via happyasatree)

(Source: mymangotree, via suupern0va)

The secret of attraction is to love yourself. Attractive people judge neither themselves nor others. They are open to gestures of love. They think about love, and express their love in every action. They know that love is not a mere sentiment, but the ultimate truth at the heart of the universe.

Deepak Chopra

(Source: lazyyogi)

Mediterranean House in Tinos Island

(Source: urbanpeek.com, via suupern0va)

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via fathomage)

(Source: 5000letters, via suupern0va)

(via suupern0va)

(Source: lovexojaclynalexis, via cuprinsdefarmec)

Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know everything happens for a reason.

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

(via less-human-more-love)

Watch How This Supermarket Got People To Buy Their Rubbish (Much Less Food Waste!)

(via enigmatic-being)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via jamiebernardo)

You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.

(via equily)

(Source: larmoyante, via wild-nirvana)

Next ›
Pretty in Pink by Gabrielle Wee.
Powered by Tumblr.