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[samstiels-deactivated20201212]

canonsoulmates replied to your post “ok so I leave for NJ con this Thursday and I’m totally freaking the...”

omg that's so exciting!!! HAVE FUN!

soulmatesinhell replied to your post “ok so I leave for NJ con this Thursday and I’m totally freaking the...”

omg that sounds super stressful but good luck and have fun! I hope you have a great time

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[buticancarryyou]

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soulmatesinhell replied to your post: When there’s this character that you d...

I’m like 50/50 with him so it’s kinda sucky for me too bc everyone is either hating or going on about how perfect he is and I’m like eh either way

patchworkgirlfriend replied to your post: When there’s this character that you d...

I am with you.

Is there a group for, “Yes this character is heavily as fuck flawed, but I don’t have to write off their flaws as though they don’t exist or only talk about their flaws as if they’re the only things that makes this character worthy of discussing, in order to appreciate him as a character.’ 

Because... I’m in that group. 

[poetryandoldermen]

a broken chord

you lay your future next to mine

but all I can promise in return are broken fingers,

a tomorrow that might never come

and myself, frayed and flawed as I am.

I won’t ask you to go, though, desperate

to share even one more breath with you.

I can’t ask you to go.

[but I won’t hold you back either, if you ever wish to leave.]

[samstiels-deactivated20201212]

soulmatesinhell replied to your post “.”

If this is legit an update I'm going to fLIP. tumblr better fix it bc why the fuck would they take away the notes?

Idk, I guess when you have a website mainly based on reblogging things, maybe the smart thing to do would be to fuck that up and see what happens?

I’d like to think it’s not the dumbest update they’d ever come up with, but I think I’d be wrong

[poetryandoldermen]

in bloom

With the kiss laid upon your lips withering flowers

Scattered all over my insides, in every place you touched,

Finally took a breath again. I could deny myself, as I am, if needs be,

But what do they know, except you?

These leftover fields of my childhood, never quite grown,

They don't know anything but air of your breath,

Nurturing warmth of your smile and winters of your absences.

In many ways I care for them more than I ever would for myself.

So yes, when I finally kissed you, when you kissed me back,

Those last innocent places in me found their refuge at last –

Through your hands alone I can be clean again.

Through you, with you, I can start again.

[and we’ll always have plains in which to hide from the cruel coldness

of a midday winter sun.]

[poetryandoldermen]

in the end

I've searched other people's lives looking for love readily given away,

Yet all they had to offer were temporary smiles and quiet

Kind of sadness that never really leaves, gnawing contentedly on remains

Of the memories of happy days. I've searched and learned love

Is more than kisses given in joy and hugs in sorrow,

A wanderer freely taking over in the pause between two words –

In every memento I found confirmation I'll never need anyone else.

[poetryandoldermen]

even when I love them

I suppose I could tell you about love, the huntress

waiting in the barely existent shadows of noon

(most often being the darkest ones, coming from us),

but I’d rather show you the scars you left on me

and which to this day I wear with pride.

such a weapon, your smile, cutting me down the middle with ease.

*

I’d prefer showing you because I believe love

isn’t something reserved for one soul only, and I’ve loved many

in many a different ways, but I still loved you.

I loved their smiles, their humour, their too high opinion

of waiting for sunrise, but I still loved you among all of them.

I could see myself living with them, but only with you

by my side I could see myself breathing out one last time.

*

understand, please, that my heart is a waterfall,

falling in love with every ray of sunshine catching on my edges,

and that for that I do not feel guilty - I feel love,

and there’s no place for shame where she reigns.

but still I’ll do everything worth doing with you,

I’ll grow old with you and die with you

and love many others,

but, above all, always, you.

[poetryandoldermen]

in the bright of the night

hide your dreams in the hollow

of my hands, usually reserved for your head -

both equally precious.

the winds keep mourning everything

we might’ve been, but then we wouldn’t be what we are.

(ask them to stop, no use for their laments.)

*

as the days grow more precious each morning

I get to breathe you in, there aren’t enough hours

for me to completely drown in this silence.

perhaps we’ll grow old one day, sit on the never quite

completely fixed porch and marvel at our laziness.

not now. yet to earn that one.

*

I’ll give you all the bridges of the world if it means

you’ll see its beauty and come back to me;

I’ve no need to see it, my whole world being in your eyes.

hide your wishes in all the secret places on me

you used to hide in from the fires,

when the night turns to daylight I’ll keep them safe

until the time comes I’ll be able to make them all come true.