For a moment, I knew cosmic love.

(insp)

BONUS:

“In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.” —John Green, Paper Towns

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. — Rumi

“You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways. — Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

abrideoffire: (◡‿◡✿) tall men that look scary and are feared by most people (◕‿◕✿) that fall in love with itty bitty women that can bring them to their knees.

“Have you ever met someone, spent less than thirty minutes with them and thought ‘I could easily love you’ — Donte Collins

“She was the type of woman, you had to take in small doses, because her aura was addictive.”— iambrillyant

“I feel like I’m in the wrong world. Because I don’t belong in a world where we don’t end up together, I don’t. There are parallel universes out there where this didn’t happen. Where I was with you, and you were with me, and whatever universe that is, that’s the one where my heart lives in.” — Comet (2014)

I am still me You are still you In the same place Isn't it strange? How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again — Strange, Celeste

Ludus — Playful Love Flirting and beginning stages of intimate love. Eros — Romantic Love It’s a passionate love displayed through physical affection. Pragma — Enduring Love Instead of “falling in love,” you are “standing in love” with the partner you want by your side indefinitely. Agape — Selfless Love Highest level of love to offer. It’s given without any expectations of receiving anything in return.

Together anywhere.

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” — S. A. Zabala

"My friend once told me she liked this guy because of his hands, and I found it absurd that anyone would develop feelings over one feature, and not care about the rest. It wasn’t until you used your hands to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed. And I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, and my insides exploded and my head buzzed with bliss. And the first night you slept over, you fell asleep with your hand laid over my stomach and your fingers felt like a fire that I didn’t mind burning my skin. The first time we got drunk, was the first time you played with my hair, and my god I was hooked, I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop. And in public you’d hold my hand, and rub your thumb in little circles that left me wanting you more. No matter what, you would never let me go, I was glued to you, and I honestly didn’t mind. When we talked about breaking up, you saw my lips quiver with fear, and you brushed over my lips with your fingers before pulling me into your lap and you kissed me like never before. With your hands on my hips, pulling me so close to you, leaving no space in between us. It was then I realized I never wanted you to go. It’s now that, I finally understand why hands were the only feature that mattered." — Hands, Carol Shlyakhova