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Hey @exgorgitation ! A bit late but I’m your secret Santa from @akatsuki-gift-exchange <3

Thank you for introducing me to the disaster that tobi/obito x hidan would be lmao, I hope you like them and Happy holidays!

postautopsy

OH MY GOD!

This is the best present I could have possibly asked for. You perfectly drew all of them and there was reason you needed to do all of this. But you did. Thank you so much!

Your Konan is perfect! I could never ask for better Konan/Obito or Konan/Sakura.

And Hidan/Obito? I’m screaming.

Thank you so so so much!

#reblogging this to my side blog so i can scream #r: obikona #c: obito uchiha #c: konan #c: hidan #r: konasaku #r: obihida

hexlar

Awesome and fun commission I got to draw for @asotin ! Thank you so much hahahaha!! :D

If you‘re also interested in commissioning me (be it for something serious or even a meme! haha) please check out my pinned post for more information! They‘re pretty cheap right now! 💕

#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.

asoftersea

[-164] for this next part it might be for the best if you don’t look outside

#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#words not my own.#a softer world.#aes: dark

tothegallows

Our Beloved Month of August (2008) Directed by. Miguel Gomes

#aes: the forest fire #everyday it gets worse.#words not my own.#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.

seaofdoubts

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken (via seaofdoubts) (via crushedfingers)

#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#words not my own.#ff: you are a fever dream i'm learning to live with #everyday it gets worse.

feuillesmortes

“My rot is as hungry as me. & when God asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty.”

— Yves Olade, Belovéd (via voirlvmer)

#words not my own.#ff: landscape with rotten fruit and millipede #he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.

asoftersea

[-233] Aw, love bites! How c–AUUUGH!

#words not my own.#everyday it gets worse.#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#a softer world.

nogreatillusion

“Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.”

— Angie Sijun Lou, “Jessica gives me a chill pill,” published in Muzzle (via bostonpoetryslam)

#words not my own.#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#ff: landscape with rotten fruit and millipede

apoemaday

Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper

by Richard Siken

Close the blinds and kill the birds, I surrender my desire for a logical culmination. I surrender my desire to be healed. The blurriness of being alive. Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it. Not just the idea of it but the ramifications of it. People love to hate themselves, avoiding the necessary recalibrations. Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are. What would a better me paint? There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time. Vanity, vanity, forcing your will on the world. Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail. You want to solve something? Get out of your own way. What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalization. The world doesn’t know what to do with my love. Because it isn’t used to being loved. It’s a framework problem. Disheartening? Obviously. I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love. I said no more severity. I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work. Admirable? Not really. I hate my friends. And when I hate my friends I’ve failed myself, failed to share my compassion. I shine a light on them of my own making: septic, ugly, the wrong yellow. I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#c: pink #ff: landscape with rotten fruit and millipede #words not my own.

dicenete

Because for some reason I really like the idea of Pein being this project manager who tries to control the chaos of his office department. But he somehow avoids burnouts. Usually stoic person with some sort of god-complex going on, he still needs his “rant about everything and stare in to the abyss” moments. Moments like this sketch.

#c: pein #f: naruto #he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.

talestalesof

I imagined you sleeping with her the way we once slept—as intimate as a jaw, maxilla and mandible hot, in the skin—in love, our heads almost touching.

Natalie Diaz, from When My Brother Was an Aztec (via sagmoonn)

#he raises the moon on a crane for effect; queue the violins.#everyday it gets worse.