#connecting souls

[poetrybyonur]

This is why I read, but also why I write. Because I hope to touch souls even when I’m no longer alive.

[random-xpressions]

Here's how I see God. Billions of dots on earth. I'm connecting them all, one to another. Let's see what a great masterpiece is being built in the end. I've already fallen in love with the process, I'm busy planting seeds, not necessary that i live long to see the bearing of its fruits...

Random Xpressions

[dumblr]

To crave a person’s presence instead of their body is the purest form of intimacy.

[iambrillyant]

“the most beautiful connections celebrate your authenticity and encourage you to be less performative, they find ways of applauding your entire existence even when you’re unable to show up as your full self, they shed light in your lowest moments so you can see yourself clearly.”

— iambrillyant

[atorionsbelt]

why is every phil dunster interview i read always exactly like this

[oldsouloldlove]

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

The Rules

💙

[phoenix----rising]

[aromantic-diaries]

Honestly I'm glad that the aro community is moving from "we still love our friends and family we're not heartless!" to "we don't need to make up for our lack of romantic attraction with other forms of love" because yeah, our platonic and/or familial relationships are not romance-lite or a substitute for romantic love and a lot of aros reject the idea of love altogether. So yeah fuck trying to appeal to alloromantic people with the whole "we swear we're normal" thing. I don't need to make sense to anyone

Either you accept me as I am whether you understand me or not or you leave me the fuck alone

[the-ethereal-lorestar]

Find the Word Tag

I got tagged by @frankieinthebackground. They gave me the words heart, dangerous, cold and take. I haven’t wrote enough for my current story to find these words in my main; I was only able to find one word from it.

I never done this before, so thankee Frankie! This was fun :)

FROM CONNECTING SOULS:

Heart

I shook my head as I placed the last of my homework papers back in my bag. I finally took a look at my clock. I had been doing my homework for two hours. I looked out the window that was near my door and saw the sky was dark, with many stars and a full moon peeking outside of clouds. My heart tightened, and again, I took a breath to calm myself. I scowled again. I’ll kill them when they get home, I don’t care why they’re not home anymore. I’ll just kill them. They should be home by now and there shouldn’t be any excuse why they’re not home. I pushed down the contradicting of my heart and decided that they would be home when I wake up. I went into my bedroom, and got under my covers and looked up at the ceiling. I hope they’ll be home…I quickly shook off the depressing and pessimistic thought and steeled myself and tried to get to sleep.

Dangerous

It was a steep hill down to get to the town below, and as we got closer the more welcoming the town seemed to be. There were vibrant colors with many bustling people out in the streets with shops, restaurants, and a town hall close to the entrance of the town. Every now and again though, I could see a flash of something that didn’t look human but didn’t look dangerous to me either. When we came to the entrance of the town there was someone there that looked like they were waiting for us. I wasn’t sure if this person was a boy or a girl, but there was a strange trait about them. This person had what looked like to be a whole world in his or her eyes. We walked up to this strange person.

FROM “THE KID PRISON PART-1″. MY COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES PART 1: (I don’t have this word in either my main or my old main, so I took it from my short story collection I wrote on Wattpad :3)

Cold

Todd had to cover Enoch's mouth in order to silence him when one the monsters reared it's head, or should I say we saw it's glowing neon yellow eyes peer at us. Instead of black pupils like a normal human being, it had red ones. The whole eye besides the irises and pupils, it was black instead of white. It's eyes settled on us and the sheer gaze of the creature had us feeling cold with goosebumps going up and down our arms. It only got worse when more eyes with different color schemes peered at us until it seemed to reach about fifteen pairs of eyes.

FROM INTO THE WITCH’S TOWN:

Take

“I always loved her garden,” I said. “I hope I would make her proud taking care of it since she’s--" I struggled to say the words, "--passed on.”

I didn’t know what else to say to the woman. I felt I would be disrespectful, somehow, if I would relent to reveal I have no idea who she is. I wanted to get my drink, but even that felt disrespectful, so I hoped the woman would get her things and check out, so I could get my drink. It’s nice seeing someone who knew Birdie, but my mouth is dry, and I wanted to get to Birdie’s house and unpack as soon as possible.

The woman reached out for my hands to give them a gentle hold.

"Yes," she said. "I'm sure you'll do fine. If not, don't worry about it too much, the community here is close-knit. A lot of the people here would jump at the chance to help Mar-Mar."

She patted my hands and pulled away to take out a piece of a napkin from her pocket. She scribbled something on it and handed it to me.

"Call me if you need anything. Good luck packing." she said.

I looked at the napkin. A phone number shown on it and her name--Altaira O'Mordha.

Tagging: @aohendo , and @aaudren

I don’t know/follow many people in the writeblr community yet, and I only tagged people that state they are open for it, or have been tagged in a game before :) I need to find more people to follow, lol.

[eonsandeternity]

“Soul Connections” 🖤🖤

[dumblr]

We never touched but I felt you.

[travelersrest]

🪽🪷🪽

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve had died in that interrogation room under Starcourt and now, he was stuck haunting Robin Buckley who might as well be his shortest heartbreak and long-lost twin.

The problem was she couldn't see or touch him.

No, she could hear him just fine, but physical contact was just impossible.

Steve, however, didn't care much so long as he had someone there to listen to his daily monologues. It was fun.

They bickered most of the time and while Robin always seemed sad that she couldn't hug him whenever he told her about his parents or how lonely he used to be before her, Steve was just happy with what he got.

Because even in death, he wasn't alone, and that was enough of a gift to him.

Then, the day his funeral was held, Steve was thankful that he had convinced Robin to attend considering it was how he reunited with the kids.

They all saw him.

A thing that Steve would never take for granted.

Robin didn't know what to do when they flocked around her and bombarded her with question after question, demanding to know why she was the one who got the privilege of being haunted by Steve.

"A privilege?" Robin burst into a laugh, giving them a ridiculous look.

"Of course, to think you've been haunted and actually having real conversations with a ghost every day is a revolutionary step into the spiritual science field," Dustin narrowed his eyes. "And I am very disappointed in you, Ms. Robin Buckley, for not telling me right away!"

"Just say you're jealous that Steve doesn't haunt you." Max rolled her eyes.

"You say it as if you're not jealous yourself!" Mike scowled at her.

"No, I'm not, you delusional nerd!" Max scowled back.

"Hey!"

"C'mon guys, don't fight," Lucas frowned and sighed in exasperation.

Noticing the odd looks from other people at the cemetery, Robin herded the kids into Steve's car that he had given her as a keepsake.

Once they were safely away from prying eyes, Robin clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention.

"Children!" She then continued under their curious gazes. "Steve-o here said he really appreciates that you munchkins care so much about him. But sadly, he can't leave my side. Like literally can't so if any of you want to see him, you can always seek me out whenever you see fit."

"Why are you saying all of this?" Mike squinted at her.

"Because Steve can't talk to us, obviously." Dustin responded haughtily, earning an eye roll from the other boy.

"Bingo!" Robin did a fist bump with Dustin.

Then, she held up a finger at them. "And before you ask, I can't see him. Or touch him."

She watched the kids look at the passenger seat before nodding at her.

It must be Steve who confirmed the truth, she thought.

As they went back to discussing Steve's incorporeal state, Robin had a feeling that she had unknowingly adopted a gaggle of troublesome ducklings who were going to give her grey hair very very soon.

"C'mon Robbie, it's a Halloween party," Steve begged. "Let's go have some fun! Don't your heart ache to watch your bestest friend rotting in sorrow while eating pumpkins?"

"First of all, I've never ever met anyone who uses 'heart' and 'ache' like that," Robin blew at her freshly painted nails.

"Well, now I'm your first. Didn't people always say special always come late?"

"I don't even want to correct you on all of that," Robin huffed quietly at Steve's goofy chuckle. "And no, Dingus, you don't eat pumpkins. Or if you do, I don't care."

"Please, Robbie, I just wanna have fun," Steve sighed dolefully. "It's been a long time ago since I went to a party." He sighed again and even sniffled a little.

When Robin groaned, a big grin stretched on his lips.

"Just this time." She narrowed her eyes at him, or precisely speaking, at the spot where she assumed he was sitting.

Sometimes, when she made a wrong guess, Steve would just move over to where her gaze stopped and continue talking her ears off.

"I promise you're gonna have so much fun, Robbie." Steve ruffled her hair even if his hand always passed right through her. It was still one of his hard-to-get-rid-of habits anyway.

By the time they arrived, the party was already full-blown and swarmed with people.

As Robin struggled her way through the crowd, Steve just walked beside her with barely any difficulties.

He bet she would curse him so much if she saw how comfortable he looked right now.

But then, his little moment of joy was cut short when he bumped into someone whose lips literally knocked against his.

As cliché as it might sound, he certainly felt the electricity running through his body from that single accidental kiss.

And belatedly, a realization dawned on him.

He had bumped right into someone.

He, a ghost, had bodily collided with a living human.

Shocked, Steve stepped back and was at a loss for what to do next.

Then, a shaky voice shook him out of his trance.

"Harrington?"

Staring into those scared Bambi's eyes, Steve clenched his jaw and forced himself to not panic.

"Munson."

[poetrybyonur]

Come lie on me and rub your soul against mine.