You too are so beautiful my love *_* @peterkbishop
You’re beautiful. I can’t… I can’t take my eyes off you, honey…
My loved Peter Bishop I understand you very well. I’ve always felt lost since Bell and Walter began to experiment on me. I have a dark side that believes to deserve nothing. I have uncontrollable anger that is buried inside me and resurfaces when I see too many injustices of this world. I’m afraid of not being able to stop this anger. I’m afraid that you are just a creation of my mind.
Mio amato Peter ti capisco molto bene. Mi sono sempre sentita persa fin da quando Bell e Walter fecero degli esperimenti su di me. Ho un lato oscuro che crede di non meritare nulla. Ho una rabbia incontrollabile sepolta dentro di me e che riaffiora quando vedo le troppe ingiustizie di questo mondo. Ho paura di non essere in grado di fermare questa rabbia. Ho paura che tu sia solo una creazione della mia mente.
I run. I kept running away for all my life. Sometimes I feel like… these days I’ve experienced are just a sick dirty trick of a lunatic’s mind. Me. These things, these nightmares, these visions I have…. They are all about me.
I’m terrified to lose my head, to be just like him… like my father.
I just want to make some quality sleep.
But I can’t.
I still see that poor lonely boy.
He kept running in the wood, a voice call his name.
Peter… where are you?
I don’t know where I am.
"The sound is deep in the dark"(The Cure A forest)
I’m sorry for the late, but I want to say: Happy Mother’s Day for every mother of Fringe.
My true mother Marilyn: I miss you so much.
My stepmother Nina: you are so sweet with me.
And the 2 mothers of my Peter Bishop: this woman is extraordinary in every version of her and I know that my love is the fantastic man for her fantastic lessons about life.
Thank you very much Elizabeth!
A volte mi capita di osservarti di nascosto. Nel tuo sguardo vi è ancora quell’immensa tristezza che io conosco bene e che non riesco a cancellare. Quanti dolori mi hai nascosto? So che lo fai per proteggermi. Lo so, ma non hai idea di quanto mi senta felice quanto tu ti apri con me. Perché tu non sei solo mio marito, sei anche il mio migliore amico. Non pensavo di riuscire ad aprirmi con qualcuno in questo modo. Solo Charlie riusciva a conoscere questo mio lato. E vorrei che fosse lo stesso anche per te. Vorrei cancellare del tutto quella tristezza dal tuo sguardo. Ti vedo, invece, alzarti di notte e andare alla finestra con aria inquieta. A cosa pensi in quei momenti, Peter Bishop? Alla tua infanzia solitaria? Al periodo in cui fosti cancellato da questo mondo? A quando Walter ed io, per ragioni diverse ma sempre stupide, ti ferimmo di nuovo? Non sai quante volte avrei voluto alzarmi per abbracciarti ed offrirti il mio amore e il mio sostegno, ma invece mi sono fermata perché temevo di violare qualcosa che vuoi tenere solo per te. Io sono sempre qui, amore, vorrei che lo sapessi.
You found the best part of me my love. Thanks
"You’re fireproof. It’s just the way you are…
I wish I was that way.” The national
And it was true. I’ve seen and hear and read so much things that I can’t count. It was like an entire universe to know. The world I was born. And my father… both fathers were there. Now I have two father that understands me, know who I am and, most important, love me. I am a father now and I can barely imagine how was difficult. I can’t give them back what they’ve lost but I’m here. And I love you. Both of you. You don’t have to fight for my love. You have it.
Happy father’s day to both dads.
Oh my sweet love @peterkbishop
Also for me my life with you it’s better that I imagined. I love every moments that I live with you, also our discussion. You are so stubborn, funny and smart. And so sexy. It’s very difficult for me to win it with you and you know: I hate losing.
"I spent so long imagining going down that path with you. Imagining what it would be like to wake up in a bed next to you. To sit around, just the two of us having a cup of coffee, reading the paper. And then finally, I had it. I’ve seen what the two of us together looks like. And it’s beautiful."
(Picture found here: http://www.carreck.com/)
And after than I really had it. The real thing, not some kind of illusion with someone who pretend to be you. So many mornings next to you, Livia, so many and still hardly believe it’s true. Sometimes I wake up early and I just stand there, watching you asleep. You’re so calm, so peaceful. When you open your eyes and give me one bright and sweet smile of yours… let me tell you: best way to start a day! It’s more beautiful than I imagined.
I love you too my @peterkbishop <3
Don’t say I never took you anywhere.
I love you, Liv.
If I were less rational than I am, I would say that someone has heard my mood…
Sometimes I feel like something’s missing. I shouldn’t think about it. You know, I’m a father of a beautiful son, I’m in love and being in love with a extraordinary woman like Olivia. I have my family here in this universe and another one in a world where I was born. I could clearly say I am lucky.
But sometimes I find myself awake in the night trying to understand why I still feel that something’s missing. Something I could barely see. Maybe it’s just a glympse from the past that haunts me or… I don’t know.
I am happy even if I know I could loose everything at anytime.
I am loved but there was a time I thought I wasn’t.
I have a family, a large one, and I am not alone. No more.
I wandered so long and so lonely to realise that home is where my heart is.
I hadn’t a home for so long until I found someone who gave me one.
And yet I still think there’s a missing piece.
A missing piece I yearn to find…
3- lost/ found
8- noise/ silence
a challenge for graphic makers, fanfic writers, or whatever outlet it is that you unleash your creativity upon.
- strength / weakness
- order / chaos
- noise / silence
- shallow / deep
- near / far
- lost / found
- past / present
- emotion / logic
- beginning / end
- storm / calm
- focus / blur
- split / whole
- vibrant / pale
- dawn / dusk
- passion / apathy
- light / dark
"I like the feeling"
I remember this moment.I remember I was back to being myself because I was reclaiming memories of my life. It was so intoxicating. I felt alive again thanks to those memories. And thanks to him, my love Peter Bishop. He has allowed me to find the best part of myself. The part that wants to live, be happy, the part that wants to smile. I didn’t like as I was before I remembered him. I was a person with no empathy, cold, distant, closed into myself. Thanks for giving me back my life, my love. In just three months you’ve managed to knock down the wall of ice that I had made to protect me from the world.
@peterkbishop I love your shyness, I love when you cover your beautiful lips with the your hands, I love your shy smile, I love when you close your wonderful eyes with dreamy espression. I love you honey.
get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go own give me somethin’ that’ll haunt me when you’re not around..
Your beautiful eyes…
Oh @peterkbishop I’m not so different from you. For many years I hate Christmas because I remember every orrible Christmas with my step father. And also I worked for many times at Christmas. When Ella arrived in my life sometimes changed in me, but not all. Every thing changed in me for you and our family. I know that this image isn’t about Christmas, but when I’m watching you and your two fathers talk, I’m thinking when you and our Walter went to go to fish together. Astrid talked me many years ago and so, for me, the Christmas is this. I love you and Merry Christmas from our Crazy Bishop House.
You know I wasn’t someone who felt this kind of holidays. Sometimes I found myself working at Christmas because I simply didn’t have a place and I didn’t have someone to go back to. Something really changed in my life. First of all: no more travel. I’ve found a place to stay. It took a while but now I can say that worth it. But above all, I finally found someone who made me feel at home: Olivia. And it’s something that I had not felt since my mother’s death. It's a good feeling, you know? My family became bigger with the two Walter, my real mother Elizabeth, the little Henry…. That old scumbag, that man who doesn’t believe in nothing changed and learnt what family really means. Sometimes is a little bit chaotic and Walter make me crazy but…
I love this. I really love those people and I’m happy that they are in my life.
I’m a lucky man.
Happy Christmas from Bishop House of Fun.