#anima gemella

[futurirubati]

Lascia ch’io pianga - Non è un romanzo d’amore. È la sua autopsia.

• Gian Marco Verucchi

[noirbabydoll1]

“Late night waifu energy ✨”

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[fiammarock]

L'anima gemella

è praticamente una botta di culo

in mezzo a tante delusioni.

HolyMotors

🔥

[selestelle]

chissà se qualcuno ci guarda da lassù

e pensa: “cavolo quanto si amano quei due!”

ce lo diciamo o no?

[deathbyspades]

MDI/DNR 18+ Summary + Chapter List

The feeling of buzzing underneath his skin was something Secondo had become accustomed to through the years. At first, it scared him. A stinging itch crossing its way over his skin in precise lines, lifting every few seconds before returning to deliver its path. Secondo thought he was dying. Or cursed, more likely. 

The first time the pain begun, Secondo was well already into his adult years. He had long stopped the idea of an anima gemella, a soul mate. Who was it to say he had no say nor choice in who he was destined to be with? To say there is a chance person meant exactly for him, to love and to worship, to desire? Or, at least, that’s how it sounded in his ears when those squawked over his brazen lack of care. 

Secondo was someone who knew what he enjoyed and what he didn’t. He watched over as his brother performed for crowds as their father did, giving words of seldom advice and ways to understand their questions of the unholy. He himself gladly engaged in celebrating the sins. He was a man of pride, after all. 

So when the stinging sensation shot through the course of his arm, he simply ignored it. 

The quick, piercing, buzz burning across his skin where there was nothing to disturb it made him think he was losing his mind. So, Secondo went to the one person who he’d knew have an answer… even if it would grate his damned soul to hear it. 

“I think I am dying.”

“Che?” 

“I am having a heart attack.” The words were clear, ever slightly clipped that gave way to the infamous ‘Secondo Emeritus Temper’ - or so his brothers called it- “It certainly feels like that.”

Primo could only give his brother the most withering of fatherly looks before shaking his head, bringing his hand up to motion for the other to sit down across from him. One day, he swore, these brothers he cared for would kill him somehow. Giving his heart a moment to return to its pace after the near pause of hearing his brother’s words. 

“Why are you not going to get help then?” The question making a scowl form on the younger ones face, upturning the corners of his lips in distaste in admitting it may not be that bad. 

“So it is not a heart attack then?” Primo mused, looking at his brother with a small nod. He didn’t need to further press the metaphorical knife it seemed Secondo had impaled himself on rather than to say what they both knew. ”When did it start?”

Secondo wanted to move. To scratch at the itch forming across his arm as the phantom sensations made his fingers twitch. How in the hell was it still continuing? The look on his face said it all as he pressed the bared skin of his forearm against the counter they sat against, the coolness barely easing the burning realization. 

“Nearly half of an hour ago.” 

Primo gave an understanding nod, to some that was the end and for others it was only the beginning. “You know what I am going to say, no?” 

If only looks could kill..

[fatasmeraldo]

Consuma la tua anima per ciò che ami

[romyy999]

Tutti che si lamentano di non trovare l'anima gemella, nessuno che ammette di non riuscirci perché in realtà non la sta cercando davvero poiché, nel profondo, ha paura di ricevere una fregatura e quindi finisce per allontanare chiunque.

- romyy999

[sba-am]

Avete mai la sensazione di volere colmare il posto a fianco a voi, ma allo stesso tempo non voler scegliere per forza qualcuno? C’è arrivati ad una certa età avete quella voglia di “sistemarvi” ma non voler affrettare le cose con chiunque?

Come si risolve?..