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Every part of me is hungry. Knuckled. I wanted to be a heart.

— Rochelle Hurt, from “Mouth Cento: The Heart,” published in Jet Fuel Review

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How do I register myself? Am I beating? Is air leaving my mouth?

— Molly Bendall, from “The Busiest Body,” published in Boston Review

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is the blood on your hands  dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.

Ashley Mares, from “Psalm of Scattered Ashes,” published in Luna Luna (via lifeinpoetry)

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anyway, like this if you want to plot a thread! i don’t have it in me for cold starts right now.

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bretttal:

@kaogakowai // continued from here

              “I found it,” he cradles the big animal in his arms, rocking it as though coaxing a newborn to sleep. “Then decided to save it.”

The creature waves its limbs, fighting Brett’s hold, so he releases it onto the ground. Breathing out a sigh, he turns his attention back to the half-dead shinobi.

             “You’ve looked better.”

Dark eyes followed the beast as it scrabbled along the worn-out wooden floors, and only once it was out of his immediate line of sight did he lift his gaze. Lips curling as if in disdain, Sai hesitated over several quips that tasted bitter in the back of his throat-- and settled on a low sigh, instead. There was too great a power imbalance for his snark, at present. He had looked better. Pale fingertips pressed to the blue rings under his eyes, and the artist shrugged. “ I’ve also looked worse. How many of those trashcats have you let in? ”

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as if i didn’t birth loneliness my damn self from all my damn wanting

— Taylor Steele, from “Shocker,” published in Crab Fat Magazine

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"During your absence, I've found a new son." He holds it up for Sai's inspection. It's a raccoon this time. Very round, too.

He had been drinking from a pitcher with the urgency of a dying man– and so sputtered like a still-dying-but-now-drowning man when something rotund was put so near his face.

“ …I find it hard to believe you found it. More likely, you decided to save it. ”        Sai managed, once his lungs had cleared and the coughing had subsided.

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i finished all of my finals and now krys is back in business!

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                                                     Most people are other people.                                          Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions,                                      Their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.  

                     “ Sai is the name I was given for this mission…I am nobody. ”

                             est. august 2017 / selective / literate / gratuitously cropped tops

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so i know it’s been the HOTTEST of minutes, but i’m a uni student and compete with a few extracurriculars and took time for myself to step back and focus on grades, etc. if any of you wanna keep in touch until i come off this school-induced hiatus (finals are in may lol) hmu @kowaiides on twitter

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He’s heard, has he? Brows lift and Sasukes gaze finds itself upon the other man once again. God, that smile is creepy. Is he ever not smiling? 

“And what have you heard about my damage?” 

Sasuke sits up now, the other mans words striking a chord within him. Never thought of being stronger? The thought is so wildly out there for him that it’s… fascinating, almost. Hands grab the edge of the mattress as he leans his weight forward just a bit. 

“How have you not thought of being stronger? To protect yourself, anyone you might care about? You won’t get anywhere being satisfied with mediocrity.” 

Perhaps a good portion of Sasukes own motivation for strength is his brother. Having Itachi to chase after will send anyone nearly insane with the need for power. He can’t count the times he’s seen Itachis back and tried to chase it. 

Sai wants to study Sasuke? While part of him understands it – he is powerful, he knows – another part is inherently creeped out by the suggestion. Sasuke is a private person and always has been. His stalkers can attest to that. 

With a genial shrug, Sai suddenly stood again, so that he might rummage through his rucksack and procure a pad of paper and some pens. He wanted something to do with his hands, to avoid unnecessary fidgeting.  “ Your tone implies that there are some really exciting bits to your story...which, I suspect I haven’t heard, ”       The pale boy quipped, glancing up-- still smiling, of course. “ But, that’s alright. It gives me something to maintain my interest with. ” People ( or, rather, relationships ) were not Sai’s area of expertise. It was rare that he chose to prolong contact with someone, even if in an ‘ideally social’ situation like being roommates. So, having something keep his interest was a very real concern. “ Unlike you, I presume, I’ve never worried about protecting myself or others, ”      He replied, gaze turning back to the paper in his hands, “ And, as you can see, I’m alive so-- it’s worked and I don’t need to be stronger. I know the world is dangerous for our types but, my ‘damage’ isn’t always visible so I get by alright. A low profile suits me fine...unless being here means I have to give that up? ” 

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All the people you’ve been,  which one is you?

Midnight Excerpts #43 // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

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tuned the colours so reposting – kubo and two strings verse with @kaogakowai