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A Hunger for more than one life.

A reflective exploration of ambition, curiosities & the quiet ache of wanting to experience more than what just a single lifetime allows.

Everything Is a Win When the Goal Is Experience

A thirty second Instagram reel quietly dismantled my obsession with the future.

Living Without Believing in Life

this is how i make sense of staying; somewhere between not wanting to be here and still choosing to care

[theincognitoyouth]

suna's playlist

HE'D LOWKEY BE INTO INDIE ROCK AND KPOP

freaks - surf curse

i found - amber run

chasing cars - snow patrol

broken - lovelytheband

renegades - x ambassadors

tear in my heart - twenty-one pilots

when you're gone - shawn mendes

nights like these - benson boone

FORGET YOU - dutch melrose

attention - kevian kraemer

shinunoga e-wa - fuji kaze

red lights - stray kids

CEREMONY - stray kids

bite me - ENHYPEN

in your fantasy - ATEEZ

[smallchildyue]

There are three variants to Chūya’s anger.

The first one, the most common, is the one he expresses against enemies, whether they’re his or the Port Mafia’s. It’s ruthless, and brutal, and rightfully confident. It’s quick and efficient, as well, and never lasts long, fading at the same time as the enemy does. It’s the one that can be avoided, as well, if no provocation riles him up.

The second one is louder, but also much less violent. It’s insults fusing from his mouth, and he means them, but not as much as he believes he should. It’s him throwing a punch or a kick towards someone who he trusts will dodge and laugh in his face. It’s being annoyed, yet oddly at peace with himself, because for once, the one in front of him can stand his ground against him, as inhuman and unnaturally strong as he is.

The third one is cold in appearance, and silent. It’s barely hiding how his blood boils in his veins, barely contained. It’s him clenching his teeth, digging nails in the palms of his hands, doing anything to bury it deeper. It’s excruciating and makes his guts twist and his lungs burn, and it would be oh so easy to let it all out. He doesn’t, though.

Because in a bitter twist of irony, the only person who could ever stop him if he did is, precisely, the one whose betrayal caused it.

[theincognitoyouth]

i catch him looking at me with such bright eyes and i look away shyly, but i always find myself looking back because golden eyes like his deserve to be memorized.

[theincognitoyouth]

oikawa's playlist

silly little idea of what kind of american music tooru would like...

before you leave me - alex warren

mercy - shawn mendes

sorry i'm here for someone else - benson boone

in my blood - shawn mendez

my home - myles smith

hurt somebody - noah kahan

king - lauren acquilina

thumbs - sabrina carpenter

you should see me in a crown - billie eilish

queen of broken hearts - blackbear

your idol - saja boys

how it's done - huntr/x

[theincognitoyouth]

please don't leave me here all alone with the broken pieces of our memories

please

i can’t lose you

i swear i’ll die

i can’t

i love you so much

you hold a piece of my soul

you hold me together

i can’t lose you

without you, i fall apart

without you, i am nothing

you’re the best parts of me

without you, i suffocate

i need you to ground me

i need you to tell me i'll be alright

why does it hurt so much?

why does it feel like i’m losing you?

why does this hurt more than a broken heart?

boys never made me hurt this much,

but the thought of losing you?

my

best

friend

[theincognitoyouth]

poetry

please don't leave me here all alone with the broken pieces of our memories

falling

a smile that believes

sun-kissed

eyes like his

[theincognitoyouth]

the sun kissed your face; how i wish i were the sun. then i would kiss your face forever and let my light shine on you eternally.