"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."
— Caitlin Moran (via ambvr)
"I was never good at math but
odds were that I had a
one in seven billion chance
of meeting someone like you
so that means I was more likely
to be struck by lightning or
to win the lottery with a
one in three thousand and
one in 175 million chance,
respectively, and all I can say is
God, I am the luckiest person
to be able to fall in love with you."
The odds have never been more in my favor (via ink-trails)

mermaidcrew:

I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone 

I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food get to know every single curve and contour they have 

I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved 

"

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

"
— E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)
"I was never good at math but
odds were that I had a
one in seven billion chance
of meeting someone like you
so that means I was more likely
to be struck by lightning or
to win the lottery with a
one in three thousand and
one in 175 million chance,
respectively, and all I can say is
God, I am the luckiest person
to be able to fall in love with you."
The odds have never been more in my favor (via ink-trails)

colin-cheekbones-morgan:

You know you have an OTP when you don’t get tired of reading about them falling in love ten billion different ways, under different circumstances and alternate universes and lots of other things coming into play. You don’t get tired of watching them slowly become…

"I was never good at math but
odds were that I had a
one in seven billion chance
of meeting someone like you
so that means I was more likely
to be struck by lightning or
to win the lottery with a
one in three thousand and
one in 175 million chance,
respectively, and all I can say is
God, I am the luckiest person
to be able to fall in love with you."
— (via xxx—vi)

i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 

i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 

  • cat: [makes a small friendly noise]
  • me: oh my god. ohhhh my god. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. do it again. oh my god.

I first know the feeling of what it’s like
To have someone fitted perfectly against a part of you
When my grandma left for a trip
And my mother rubbed my back with boredom and heavy eyes’ lids
And I could not fall asleep because the palm of my mother’s hand did not feels like home
I first know what it’s like to have someone got against you perfectly then
And what it’s like to miss having someone to fit against you perfectly
Now I don’t need someone to rub my back to fall asleep
But I do crave the comfort of embrace and warmth
And dear your embrace I