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'When I’m with you I remember the way it used to be.             I remember time spent with the brother I looked up to…      that I loved.             That’s why... The closer I get to you…         The more I’m able to recall what those days felt like…         And the more I’m able to understand you.' Indie Sasuke Uchiha RP Est. January 2012 Background art; Surfacage
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Sooo...

Not really the elephant in the room considering my absences for great periods of time, but I have officially deemed this blog dead.

Thanks all for all the good times and even the bad, they shaped perspective and brought with it many tears and joy all the same. I’ve loved being a part of the community and will continue to do so.

You’re all gems, you’re all worth it. Stay hydrated and all that nonsense and maybe I’ll catch you on the flipside.

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#still hoarding this URL in the off chance I come back to it#the last 'outofliquor' sign off#bittersweet honestly#;outofliquor
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The home we built

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despairinghxpe:

⦓義務⦔–––
Itachi rolls his eyes. He knows when Sasuke’s fine. He knows it, they all know it. But… there is something off with him. And that’s when Itachi’s mind jumps–does Sasuke know he’s ill? Can he tell? Is he too obvious? He becomes nervous as he glances between the sugar he’s adding to his tea and Sasuke, his finger sliding around the lip of the cup.

The tone of Itachi’s voice catches his attention though the man is still shoving things under the rug rather than acknowledging it. It had gone so far as Sasuke considering contacting their parents, more so Fugaku to question the elder. His intentions always fell short however, coming home to the whirlwind that was his son on top of going through the motions of daily life. 

The looming question was how much longer could Sasuke stand beating around the bush?--

Such a question was abruptly answered when he sets his mug back on the table heaving a sigh. Eyes most definitely not meeting Itachi’s at that point, no, he didn’t want to watch the man squirm around the questions, “Is this going to be how it goes every morning?” Jaw having set, he swallows whilst pursing his lips, “Because neither doing this or avoiding the obvious elephant in the room is fixing anything.”

#The Home We Built—ITASASU#queen of procrastination#sorry fam I'm buried knee deep in job apps
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@sicktwistedaffairs cont. from here.
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He didn’t understand how that was possible. Sure, he have been brought back once not that long ago but… Itachi knew that it was DIFFERENT this time. He could feel the sun on his skin, the blood running through his veins… His heart beating when he placed his hand right on his chest. Something that wasn’t supposed to be happening… Not anymore.
It wasn’t hard to figure that Sasuke thought he was a ghost; — fruit of his imagination. Maybe it wasn’t the first time his little brother saw him… And this thought squeeze his heart tightly. “ Those are your friends, Aniki… Your family. Make them understand. ”

Arms crossing over his chest, Sasuke became rather indignant at it being that simple. Nothing had been simple after all… Such things also required more energy than he was ready to put into another human being, “Things are not so cut and dry, aniki.”

Shifting his weight he turns to stare at his elder brother, choosing to entertain his own thoughts for now, “You of all people should be well aware of that…”

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#;v: men are not prisoners of their own fate but of their own mind--#fugiri#c;
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