There was a time in my life when I was fortunate enough to have someone to call my OWN. She was my yin. I was her yang. It’s funny how you remember the smallest detail about one another. The very first look she gave me when we first met. The way she puts on her boots. The way she drinks her coffee. One specific detail that really stuck to me was the way we pronounced our love for one another. A universal and dynamic phrase that people sometime overuses. I LOVE YOU. Normally when someone says I LOVE YOU to someone, the correct phrase would be to say I LOVE YOU TOO. But for some reason we both despise that word. TOO. It meant to us that we were being forced to say those words to avoid the other person feeling left out. I truly miss that type of connection with someone. 
Doubtful Sound, New Zealand by Jarkko
This picture reveals two emotions when i stare at it long enough.
1. An art form only with a higher belief could create such a beautiful and serene environment.
2. The great size and design makes me think of the how minuscule i am to the rest of the world. But for some reason, it is an inviting feeling not of hate or jealousy. But a feeling of sense of peace and being.
(via vibratingsounds)
