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[whispersbynp]

Touch me softly

Touch me softly, gently, for I am made of porcelain. The soft glaze of my skin, so easily broken.

Gently ghost your fingers over my cheeks, seeking the pink of warmth.

Softly brush your lips over my forehead, so careful in your touch.

The gentle breeze of your whispers caressing my ears.

Your lips like butterflies when you kiss my eyes— the feather-like touches tracing the arch of my brow.

The honey dripping from your eyes, slowly warming the coldness of my soul.

Please, touch me softly, gently now—

just so the porcelain of my skin doesn't shatter,

just so the emptiness of my soul doesn't spill out.

[whispersbynp]

Am I the only one who wants a crossover of Supernatural and The Magnus Archives? I know it's completely different universes and the lore is so far apart. But just the image of Jonny reading about two unhinged Americans in flannel is just way too funny.

Now that I think about it, this might be too niche of a topic...

[whispersbynp]

"All I want is warmth and rest. I'm bone-dead tired, and it feels like pieces of me are falling off. I have no strength left to pick them up and sew them back together, as I've been doing for far too long. I feel like a patchwork of myself. And the pieces are not fitting like they should be.

[whispersbynp]

"Sometimes I feel like a glass doll. And there isn't a piece of me that isn't cracked."

[whispersbynp]

"The stars are pieces of our broken hearts and the moon shines with unfulfilled dreams."

[wolfythewitch]

Where are his eyes?

Exactly where they’ve always been, Martin. Watching over my Institute.

[whispersbynp]

I love this video so much!!! I have watched it so many times now and every time I come across it I have to watch it at least four more times.

[whispersbynp]

"Joke is on you; I have spent my life bending for others. I have shaped myself into many forms and broken every bone of my body to accommodate others. I will do that for you but don't think you have achieved anything. For there is nothing left for you to break or bend. I have done it all myself."

[whispersbynp]

"I have never wished more to have a voice inside my head that isn't my own. Maybe I wouldn't feel so fucking alone."

[whispersbynp]

"I want to scream. Every time I open my mouth, flinch at a too-loud sound or think for too long. And yet... And yet, my anger always comes out as tears. Tears stream down my face, sobs rip out of my throat, and I can't catch my breath. Mostly, I am scared, but underneath that fear is an all-consuming rage. Rage at myself for not being strong enough. For not being able to simply be without all that fear."

[whispersbynp]

"I was bent as a child. I can't tell if I was bent by my surroundings and people in it or by myself to better fit. Doesn't matter anymore. I was bent as a child. And I never straightened myself. Yet I am not bent anymore. I broke, and putting myself back together feels impossible... I was bent as a child."

[whispersbynp]

"I enjoy hot showers, running them as hot as I can bear. I once read somewhere that sometimes this is a way of replacing human contact. It feels like that to me. The more I miss touch or embrace, the hotter my shower gets. It is an amazing feeling, the scorching water hitting my skin. I watch it turn pinker and pinker, and the sting of the water is thrilling. But it must end, and the air feels colder than before, my craving for embrace only multiplies. And it feeds the hunger that is festering in my bones."

[whispersbynp]

"My bones are tired. I can feel them getting heavier and heavier. And I'm slowly losing the strength to keep pulling them up over and over and over again."

[whispersbynp]

"How do you love someone you've only seen in your dreams? Because that is the only place, I feel you near me... Whoever you are. I know I'll love you. But I'm terrified at the thought you won't love me. The fate worse than you not loving me is never meeting you at all. So please hurry. Hurry to me."

[whispersbynp]

"Everybody talks about butterflies, yet all I ever feel are wasps."

[whispersbynp]

"I'm young. I'm young and I already feel drained. I want to fight for my dreams and desires! I have so many of them... But I am afraid that I have already used up all my fight and now I'm left grappling to hold on."

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Fernando Pessoa

[whispersbynp]

"I wish I could cover my body with the colours of this world. Maybe then I'd feel like I belong. I wasn't made to watch for every crack that appears on my soul. I was meant to soar and laugh. I was meant to live. This world feels alien to me."