anonymous asked:

What if you dont end up getting married to your soulmate?I think i found mine,but he didnt find that in me.6 months later I have again found love and stability wit somebody and we are both thinking about long term.But he doesnt feel like my soulmate

You and I see soulmates differently. I think we have different soulmates for different parts of our life. I think my parents and my sister are my soulmates. I think my first love is one of my soulmates. I think the person that abused me is one of my soulmates. I think some of the friends I have met throughout my life are my soulmates. I think some people that I’ve in passing loved or had known intimately for short amount of time are my soulmates. Not everyone, but many people. I think soulmates are people that are meant to come into our lives for one reason or another. I think soulmates and lessons go hand in hand. Maybe there is a person who is the soulmate of soulmates. Wouldn’t that be nice? I feel like if that’s true, it’s got to be tricky to find them. Regardless of how I feel about soulmates, there are different types of love. Every love that you experience will be its own love. What matters is this: Are you happy? Is he the person that you want to be with? Or is there someone else you’d rather be with? “Soulmate” or not, is he who you want?

anonymous asked:

Hi, thank you for the amazing work you. Since it's asexuality awareness week I wanted to ask if you know any fic where Merlin and/or Arthur are asexual, especially new once?

Hi, and you’re very welcome! Thank you for letting me know. Here is a list of stories I have previously found and here are some newer ones:

Did You Feel the Way I Felt?

Easier With You

I Love You For You

I Never Met Someone in Real Life Before…

If It Ain’t Broke Don’t Fix It

Merlin’s Bad Day

Nadolig Llawen

Only You May Touch Me

The Land of Counterpane

You’re More Important

I hope you have a great week!

Ride Monologue
  • Ride Monologue
  • Lana Del Rey

I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.


I believe in the country America used to be. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.*

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.

- Lana Del Rey


okay this is the second time i’ve met a cat on a walk. call me crazy, but i think i may or may not be a cat whisperer