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journalofanobody

Do we really die only once

W. G. Sebald (via journalofanobody)

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lifeinpoetry

The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41 (via lifeinpoetry)

#beruga『mantra』

lifeinpoetry

I use my dead language like an arsonist uses his body for kindling, How I set myself on fire for something I can’t say, How some things are still burning light.

— Sean Glatch, from “Happy Poem,″ 4:41

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lifeinpoetry

I keep waking up

in someone else’s bed: awake inside a wolf’s panting throat is how I understand hunger.

— Natalie Eilbert, from “Conversation with the Stone Wife,” Conversation with the Stone Wife

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"Oh ho, hmm." Taps her chin thoughtfully as her blue-grey eyes studied him with a slight tilt of her head. "So I heard you bake stuff. Can I have some~?" Don't say no, she wasn't going to take no for an answer anyway.

( @rangikusan )

“ i do. ” she’s another lieutenant. 10th division. he glances at her badge and makes a note to himself. “ … matsumoto-san. ” getting out of his way to memorize all captains and lieutenant’s names pays off sometimes. “ unfortunately i don’t have them readily available. if you want anything… i can make them for you. but it can take a couple of days. ”

#rangikusan

hey eli this is from 2 people currently conversing about you: you look hot, congrats on the face xxx

( my face thanks you-- )

#ooc.#Anonymous

"Yo... been a while since 've seen ya, Crutches..."

( @iuguolox )

“ rien. ” he stops in his path, arms holding a cardboard box filled with books and old magazines. tesra hesitates for a moment before lowering the box on the ground and turning to face the shinigami. “ i don’t need crutches anymore… thanks to your help. ” he eyes her left side. “ how are you doing? ”

#iuguolox

lifeinpoetry

you can only be told how eloquently you express grief so many times before you start to feel like a pain farm

Kimmy Walters, from “Spanish,” Uptalk (via lifeinpoetry)

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incoloure-deactivated20190202

You’d destroy me, and I’d let you.

7 Word Poem (via codegcd)

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siierou:

❝ both sounds fine. ❞ he smiled. this evening he’d not say no to any offer. he was indeed quite hungry but also enjoyed a good cup of sake. things were getting along nicely, not much stress these days. it seemed they all started to heal slowly.

❝ thank you tesra. ❞

the word of thank earned kyouraku a blossoming smile. tesra was gradually getting used to his efforts being appreciated in such a verbal manner, and it still filled him with fuzzy warmth when it came from this man. “ it’s my pleasure. ”

he filled the small white cup with clear liquor, and placed it in the headcaptain’s hand. with some hesitation he raised his gloved hand and brushed a strand of loose hair to behind kyouraku’s ear.

#siierou #thank you~#it's nice to be back #i needed this break so much aha #and it's good to see shunsui on my dash again too

siierou:

❝ that is a very lovely thing to hear. ❞ he confessed, given he never really sees himself as much of a helper. the contrary. he’s the one lying around lazily and avoiding much work in the first place. he’s not changed much since he became the headcaptain. still the old tramp but with more grace than in his younger years.

❝ what a relief that you seem to heal at last.. ❞

he winced at the word HEAL. he didn’t think of himself as wounded, didn’t know there was another way of living that didn’t involve constant pain. the soul changed that. tesra realized there was an alternative when he stood by the headcaptain and felt whole. “ i wouldn’t have without you. ”

he fidgeted slightly before reaching to the sake bottle. “ are you hungry yet? or would you like to start with a drink? ”

#siierou #good good... busy with school and stuff #yknow.. . the usual

quotemadness

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

Steve Maraboli (via quotemadness)

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siierou-deactivated20161205

makes a table of food and waits for the captain's return. his gratitude for the man cannot be expressed with words. maybe some good food could show the satisfaction and fulfillment he's felt since he met shunsui.

RETURNING from a walk in the moonlight, the old man stops before entering his home. he’s sensed the foreign spiritual pressure long ago. but it’s not that foreign after all. it’s a familiar strangeness. whenever he doesn’t expect someone to visit or see him, it turns out there’s someone waiting. it makes him smile deep inside, for it shows how treasured he is among his friends.

he cannot hide the chuckle on his face as he sees the face the reiatsu belongs to. a gentle wave with his hand welcomes him as he removes his kimono to place himself down on his pillow only dressed in his shihakusho and haori.

beruga

“ captain... ” clean, humble voice which the arrancar always wielded was mixed in with a hint of softness. he inched toward the shinigami and knelt by his side, taking the kimono to fold carefully on his knees. “ welcome back. thank you for working so hard. ... they say today is a day to give thanks and think about peace... i want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. i’ve never been more peaceful when i’m by your side. ”

#siierou #it's been a while--#how are you doing; i missed you!