drifting through infinity
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***Medeea. 20 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?
I’m the one that’s gonna have to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to
Jimi Hendrix (via rockandroll27)
I went for a walk around town the other day, where I picked up this lovely rose. I wore it in my hair on the way home, happy to be drunk off its ambient smell.
Today, it’s only a reminder that all things die. Life returns to dust, but not without leaving an impression. Even now, the rose seduces me. So too, let life seduce you, no matter the state you are in. Let yourself get drunk off of everything life has to offer. Only then let it carry you off into the sunset.
Isn’t it insane
how much can happen in a year? How much life can change?
A year ago today, I was floating on cloud 9. I was so incredibly happy, I was at peace, in Greece.
Today, looking back, it’s incredible how many variables have changed. The world has changed, the air has changed, I have changed. I am not the same person I was a mere 365 days ago.
Yet I hold on, I persevere. I am strong. I can get through anything. I continue to love, in spite -or maybe because- of everything.
Some loves are impossible to annihilate, even if they have the potential to wreck and consume you. Then you realize you have the power to start over, to create yourself anew.
Today I looked the past in the eyes and I realized it held no power over me. All I felt was emptiness. It was like going through an album of old memories, knowing you could never relive those times. The train’s already left the station, and it’s a one-way ride.
People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
Neil Gaiman (via kari-shma)We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Charles Bukowski (x)(Source: cestdeboncoeur)
