#hikaarin

[sukuinushi-blog]

throWS MYSELF IN HERE ERIKA I MISS YOU

THIS IS ALMOST A YEAR OLD OH MY GO D???

I GOT NO NOTIFICATIONS FOR THIS WHEN I LOGGED ON THANKS TUNGLR

HI COLE I MISS U TOO !!!

@buroura bc ..... i saw u there more recently bye

[keeneyed-a-blog]

kisses face

IF ANYONE COULD make him truly blush, it was rin. the mask would serve its purpose of hiding, yet he was betrayed by the color spreading to his ears. yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. he would much rather look at her than even attempt to save his dignity from something as commonplace as a blush. it was a sentiment he would gladly return, the least he could do in place of being too exhausted to make a comprehensive conversation.

[keeneyed-a-blog]

" She's rotting beneath the soil, a place where you should be instead, scum. "

          ❛          YEAH, YOU’RE right. it’s not fair, is it?          ❜

HER FACE NEVER ceased to haunt his dreams, the terror within her dull eyes robbed of life so young. he was the thief, a cold-blooded criminal cursed to a life rampant with lost and despair. despite the destruction and desolation that had lain waste to the village that hundreds of people called home, nothing had felt more personal to kakashi than the resurfacing of old ghosts from a life he’d left behind.

OBITO HAD DUG up a toxic seed he’d buried long ago, his appearance only serving to prove that the seed had taken root deep within his mind. he himself had said the same spiteful, self-loathing words years before. nothing was left for him to understand, no scraps of truth remained to give him closure of that horrific night. just the blood that forever stained his hands would serve to remind him that everything he cared about would eventually vanish before his eyes. he would live the life of a monster doomed to feel the sting of scrutinizing stares, to hear the venomous rumors whispered as he passed.

HE HAD TO live with it. he had to live with both of their deaths on his hands, which was arguably as brutal ( if not more so ) than dying along with them.

           ❛           MABYE YOU can at least be satisfied that i’m alive, if only to bear her pain for the rest of my days. dying is the coward’s way out, right?           ❜

[keeneyed-a-blog]

BLOCK IT ALL out. ignore it. forget about it. focus. feel nothing. each swing of his blade hissed a new command to numb himself. each step screamed of pain the couldn’t feel within his muscles. blood stained his skin, dripped from his wounds like tears that he refused to cry. the dark and shadows hid the desolation in his eyes, but cast monstrous illusions from the weapon he brandished. his movements were hindered by fatigue as the night wore on, but he was relentless, battling with nothing but the despair in his chest.

@hikaarin.

[keeneyed-a-blog]

                                                           i used to try and kiss the exhaustion from your eyes,  i’d want it all for myself so you could feel a sense of peace and relief. sometimes it worked and i remember staring into them until smiles broke our lips.                                   you were a place i could be alone.  ( cr. )

[kurobito-blog]

" TELL ME --- what would you do if all of your friends died? Do you live on? Do you immerse yourself -- become a shell of your former self with only the ghosts of your love ones to keep you company? "

                                     --------- OBITO

[keeneyed-a-blog]

[10:17:55 PM] ❛ ( BAKAKASHI. ): you know what ship stands for [10:18:03 PM] ❛ ( BAKAKASHI. ): ' sad hoes in pain '