You know, the solar eclipse is bringing out something in humanity that I always love to see. Humans making a big deal out of something we can't change, celebrating and laying picnics out to see a giant rock pass in front of our light source, passing around special glasses so we can all observe the sky being different for a few hours together...
The cuteness of it all, the child-like wonder of it all, the feeling so small of it all...
The world isn't perfect but humans try their best to enjoy what we can when we can.
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Warning: Major major one piece spoilers of wano and egghead!!!!!
Tw: death & blood
The idea of luffy’s vivre card flash-banging sabo in that pitch black bilge is making me laugh so much
Bonuses:
Full pic of that last page👇
Here’s the full pic of this since it being a gif absolutely tanked the quality of the image.
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A Repressed State of Mind
It's a feeling that wants to claw its way out from the very depths of the corners you've shoved it in. It's like bile coming up your throat, but you swallow it so you don't show anyone the parts of yourself that you never want getting out.
Sometimes, you wish you were free. One foot in front of the other, unafraid of falling, never faltering. Because you know.
You know that it's okay to let yourself fall.
But you don't. Because it may hurt. Because you are frightened of a possible outcome, one that you sorely wish to avoid.
You are afraid, so you desperately shove it into a box and sit on it so it can't ever burst open. And all those around you may or may never realize the parts of yourself you keep away. Sometimes you wish they'd dig deeper. Sometimes you don't, because you think it's ugly.
Repression is so dangerous because it's unconsciously done, brought about by past experiences that could have possibly traumatized you, moments engraved into your heart. It's also possible to be aware of it, yet still be unable to weed it out.
In my nineteen years of living, it is inevitable that I must experience both pain and pleasure. It's the little things that really matter. Small, seemingly insignificant happenings from childhood that would greatly affect personality and habits.
An example is when I was a child, I had loved interacting with all sorts of people, visiting their homes and such. Until my mother told me to not do it so much because I could be a bother to them. She was not angry about it. It was a logical observation.
I suppose my child-self only felt disappointment and burdened. Thus, I proceeded with caution. Similar situations happened where I was warned not to be too gregarious. The reasons I received were a blur, but the intents were the same: I was being a bother.
Thus, all the emotions associated with those moments were forced into submission. Happiness, curiosity, impulsivity, and more. Anything a person may find bothersome. Clamped down the inner self and settled for observing every interaction to know when to appropriately step in.
But like everything, when it gets too much, will kill you.
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