thoschei – Page 7

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal
myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

e.e. cummings

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where ‘I’ does not exist, nor ‘you,’ so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

forgediinfire:

Sᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ
Wʜᴇɴ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ’s ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ;
Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ғʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ.

Aɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.
Aɢᴀɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
Lᴏᴠᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ.
Lᴏᴠᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ, sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.
Lᴏᴠᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ.
Lᴏᴠᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ.

Sᴄᴀʀs ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇs,
Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ.
Sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ.
Oʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴜs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

Love, Save the Empty

-Erin McCarley

Source: julielilac

langernameohnebedeutung:

Doctor/Master & Personal Space

Source: langernameohnebedeutung

//You know you’ve got it bad for Thoschei when you hear Can You Feel the Love Tonight, the endlessly parodied love theme from The Lion King, and the “restless warrior” line reminds you of the Master, whereas the “wide-eyed wanderer” line reminds you of the Doctor.

You thought I was being ridiculous till you stopped to think about those lines, and now you’re mad because they actually work, aren’t you? X)

Source: teenagecrush

forgediinfire:

“He’s my best friend!”

The Doctor runs their hand through their hair as if to disguise how their fingers tremble with emotion.

“All these years, all these worlds and people and schemes… he’s all I’ve got. He’s all I’ve ever had, honestly, ever since we were kids.”

“I loved him. The universe is big and cold and I’ve made my fair share of mistakes but I still love him now, if in a different way than before.”

The Doctor paces, a manic sort of energy around them. But their eyes are clear and bright as if they’ve seen something that defines their whole existence and they finally understand.

“Where would I be without him? He’d certainly be better off without me. Genius like him, he’d probably have been President. Maybe he’d have been able to stop the Time War. Ah, but things change and people change… The only thing that hasn’t ever is that he’s my friend. I know him better than I know myself. And if we’re to keep playing this game until the end of Time…”

“Well, I can say for certain, it’s a far cry better than losing him altogether.”

“My Hearts and Other Self, you’re such a fool.”

I have feared Death since I was eight and transfixed, petrified, prey trapped, robes soaked in my own urine, in front of a hole in time and space, that called to me.

But you, you spoke my name a little louder than that four-beat call, and I remember the epiphany like it was yesterday: it was a summer morning in the fields of red and you were standing in the light of the twin suns, they were framing you from behind like a gold halo, and I realized you were so beautiful that Death was afraid of you. More than that: Death was irrelevant because of you.

You were the Master far before I was, but I caught and harnessed that moniker, in your honor.

“You’re stupid. So stupid. Stop hating yourself long enough to see that, pain or no pain, my life without you is purposeless.”

It’s not an endless cycle now. I hear you and you see me now.