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There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

George Carlin (via histcries)

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mewssings

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* ☆ ☆ * * ☆ * ☆ the broken spend their nights ☆ ☆ * staring at the sky.

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mewssings

broken people get recycled. ( && i hope that i will. )

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mewssings

& i never minded being on my OWN– then something BROKE in me &&. i wanted to go HOME.

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kaeru-collection from x:

He’s low on chakra, which is becoming a new theme on almost every difficult mission, no matter how he trains to increase his reserves. His thigh burns with the lack of circulation, or maybe the wound below, but at least it isn’t bleeding so much anymore. Kakashi doesn’t protest when Rin moves to carry him on her back, moving his sluggish limbs to accommodate her and the position.

Then she springs into action, and the motion is almost lulling enough to sway him into unconsciousness-- but this is a mission, and he knows the consequences of falling asleep.

“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, struggling to keep his eyes open (or the one that isn’t covered, anyway, to preserve what little chakra he has left). She offers him a soldier pill, adjusting him to grab the pouch where it lies. He scoops up a few gratefully, trying to still his shaking, clumsy fingers. He manages to avoid spilling its contents, so he counts it as a victory. He passes Rin one and swallows another without hesitation, hoping the kick comes fast. He knows Rin has to be tiring, too, and Kakashi is only dead weight right now.

“Sorry,” he offers lowly, though he’s sorry for many things, even more than his current uselessness. The fog is clearing now, and he thinks he might be able to carry his own weight in another moment or two, or at the very least, avoid passing out.

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