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alexa remind me to actually be active when i get home
I relate to empty jars of honey. I run my fingers along their insides tasting the remnants of something sweet.
Zoë Lianne, “Honey” (via moonwhispers)
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❝ ……………………………………………❞
❛ ...? ❜
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anyway even in sorachi's bitch of a canon the parallels between oboro and gintoki never fail to break my dumbass heart thanks for coming to my ted talk
uhhh none of those soft touch things really Fit so here's a,, 'i'm proud of you but i'm not going to say that' pat on the shoulder
retaliation ready to fall from his lips , snarky comments well - prepared at the sudden touch . yet , those crimson hues do greatly to observe , the contact ‘pon his ( rather cold ) shoulder giving warmth . silence runs awkwardly ‘neath the starry sky , yet comfortably at the same time . what must be said ? what must be done ? a cornucopia of thoughts that failed to escape his lips . a longing satisfied in a single tap that exposes vulnerability — sorrow quenched with a burst of happiness with quietude that seek no words . instead , a sigh leaves gintoki’s lips , later forming a thin line ‘fore he looks away to hide the gratification his eyes might fail to conceal . ❛ oi . you’re actin’ real weird again . can y’stop it ? ❜
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Crack open your bones and they are filled with ashes instead of marrow. Anger is a forest fire inside your chest, flames sliding between ribs like daggers. These birds have dirty lungs. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. The trees here are burnt to the ground.
Martina Dominique Dansereau | Aftershock (via numinous-lights)
what is a 'meme' ?
…………….. it’s a template you put in your CV that summarises who you are as a person . it’s the trend these days . you should try it !
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@falcatefate / continued.
❛ And you, c r o w, were the death of many, however, I can only think of how to save you. ❜
is it not ironic, this ever present / unrelenting dehumanization that manifests so far beyond what little he can still control? her words contradict the very meaning she attempts to couple with them, and he is not one to cater to such hollow nonsense nonetheless. crown of ash elevates, only slightly, as if to ponder —— yet it is with an expected degree of finality that he merely exhales; gaze, form impassive even if just for a moment, his mind had wandered.
of course, it is all but futile: both his thoughts, and her attempted sentiment. ❝ you have no reason to. ❞ words end where any other would not allow them to. you have no reason to save me, they might say. there is nothing left to save, they might insist. not him. not here. ❝ i ask that you take your leave, now. ❞
heavenspat.
HUSH of a sound dissipates through the litany that spewed forth the other’s lips , breaking through with a canticle of sort that befalls ‘pon deaf ears , grazioso of hagemony manifest in two beasts . one , a beast to eradicate . the other , a crow left to eat whatever the beast has left in its’ wake .
but the man who came BARING HIS FANGS retaliates in quietude instead , letting the other speak & assume whatever he wants to . he was nothing but nugacious to the young silver , similarly to a cloud that covers a flower field yet ephemeral . this , too , will come to pass . a cloud that has covered his own field for ten years , waiting , watching , it would seem — but rain isn’t such a bad idea after all , is it ? even if it comes from someone who is the absolute personification of an abbatoir . smirk comes through own grimaced lips , hubris shining through the so - called ` shiroyasha ` , calloused fingers wrapping itself ‘pon the hilt of his trusted bokuto . though his last words perforates through his own developed thick - skin , he cannot help but let the emotions fill him , however it does NOT show . in it’s place is a grin , showing teeth , crimson eyes glinting ‘neath the halcyon of the moon . ❛ beyond me ? ❜ he speaks , amusement & satire present in his voice all at once . boots grating ‘pon concrete floor as he runs ‘twards the other , & a leap as he uses his bokuto ‘gainst the other , ❛ what i need to settle this with isn’t beyond me , stop jokin’ around ! a crow’s turd’s right in front of me , isn’t it ? least i can do is pick it up & put it in the garbage where it belongs ! ❜
beasts are bound by bloodshed, no matter how loudly either may clamor / may howl towards an open, never - ending sky; it is still their blood that stains the ground beneath their feet endlessly, the blood of a thousand felled before them that coats / that clings to jagged palms, the blood that rushes through tired, so tired veins. respite is nothing more than a fever dream for two beasts of burden, and even dreams do not grace those circumscribed to an unyielding state of war.
silence does not compliment such a rampant animal of an existence, yet this thought corrodes into nothingness as swiftly as it surfaces in the moments he merely waits, observes, consumes each reaction, and swallows a scoff at the hypocrisy of it all. a being that so vehemently rejects his nature only to turn, embrace it in his next breath. the shiroyasha grins, once again bares his teeth with none to gain ( when a beast is backed into a corner, it begins to snap its jaws at all who come close ... but what of the beast that so willingly pads into its own enclosure? ) other than an empty / an unwavering gaze through one eye. the demon lurches, and he is quick to assess the shift —— blade freed from its resting place within his shakujo in the same instant he pivots, steps back, meets wood with steel in a harsh collision betwixt the two; albeit only applying enough force to keep the other at bay, for now. pray tell, demon! where is it you obtained such audacious strategies? did it bloom from sheer impulse, or perhaps it was a seed sewn by your beloved sensei? teeth grit behind flattened lips, a brow daring to furrow with the added pressure; yet once he speaks, he wills the well - practiced placidity forth. ❝ you fail to comprehend it. ❞ his words drown in their opacity, as much a threat as a guarantee. weight is pressed forward in an abrupt lunge, an ultimately slight / though conscious increase to the severity of their exchange. he refuses to move. he refuses to give. ❝ instead, you allow your ire to consume you. —— instead, you continue to do away with the life he gave for you. ❞
shadows befit shadows, formless / malleable in their wraith - like motions until his presence disrupts their dysfunction; and thus they begin to twist, smother in the ways they then condense about the very figure that demands their separation by sheer will alone, coiling around him like serpents in the moments before they dissipate into the misty air with a foreboding, warning hiss. in the darkest corners of each isle, the cabal stirs —— using twilight’s veil to bury a nation’s secrets and force those that would dare to oppose their order far beneath its surface. his late shades prove louder than he could ever physically be, footsteps / breaths feather - light whereas the mere existence of another within the tunnel draws out a thick, near - threatening shroud of obscurity.
secrecy, after all, is essential within the order. no man, nor woman, nor demon shall interfere with their creed unscathed. ❝ this is a restricted passage, ❞ regardless of the other’s motive, of their inevitable excuse, he’d be a fool to waste time through pleasantries. ❝ turn and leave. ❞ // @osaelligr .
same dead eye? same dead eye! same dead eye!!
same dead eye !!!!