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Nidaime Hokage  ★ Tobirama Senju

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&&. A new Madara Uchiha blog, pls like or reblog if you would have an interest in roleplaying !! blog is still under construction <3 

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"I never knew the old ladies in the village would like you this much~"

“Me neither…It must be the hair: I put them down so that they don’t get scared of my ‘horns’, maybe that makes me cuter or something…”

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I’m hungry for affection but since the supply is almost nill or conditional, I fill the hunger with words. Words in books said by characters immensely in love with one another, in the hope that I will forget that those words aren’t actually meant for me.

18blackhearts (via wnq-writers)

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To the love that lives inside my heart, you chose a terrible home. Tell me, did you know about the faulty foundation before you arrived? Did you know that I am ¼th part tall cathedral; that some days I will love like stain-glass mosaic windows, all of my secrets lined up in reds and yellows and blues so beautiful you don’t even notice that the glass is dirty. Other days I will love like equal parts abandoned asylum and stuttering apology. Trembling hands and closing doors of a hospital room heart that is best known for its wrongful deaths and its letting go, and how I practice on the ones I love most. With every fading footstep, I have learned to swallow more easily. To run over the names written on my lips like smeared lipstick to fingertips. I wonder what it must feel like to love a woman with a padlock ribcage. To the love that lives inside my heart, I’m sorry. I can only hope that one day you will sprout veins, vessels carrying the fear that was born inside my body long before you came into the picture, I can only hope that one day you pull it taunt from one edge of my body to the other, like thinning, hungry ocean wave, tugging at the shore of me. Spread so thin that it finally breaks. To the love that lives inside my heart, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you have to feel the weight of me. The rough of me. Feel the saltwater on sharp tongue and try to make something beautiful out of the blood on your hands. Forgive me. I am still learning how acceptance is done right. That a flicker of love will not always spark into the belly of a beast but emerge from catastrophe, the birth of cataclysmic circumstance. Cosmic explosion inside empty, birdcage hands. Sometimes the arrival of an unexpected guest is exactly what it takes to remind you that the sacrifice of letting go is sometimes necessary to be able to feel the explosion of stars inside your palms and not get burned. To the love that lives inside my heart, You are more than welcome to stay here.

 d-apres-moi, “To The Love”   (via wnq-writers)

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Smol Tobs

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Ann Aguirre, Hell Fire

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Hashirama’s Sage Mode

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Little senjus have seen some shit.

Tried this for animation. 

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