Existentialism is beautiful

Essentially the battle one endures in pursuit of finding ones true self. Free from the mold society tries to force on you. People claim to be individuals but usually they've merely attached themselves to a trend that encourages rebellion via conformity. Really you're only escaping one mold and laying down in another. How many people do you know are truly themselves?

r.i.p. otohime

Oda has become a master at injecting emotion into One Piece that doesn't come off as forced, corny, or trivial. Beneath the simple exterior there is a beautiful attention to detail in One Piece that seems to go unnoticed, usually by people too preoccupied by the genre it's slotted in.

She drew closer to him, placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same and all at once she felt the burning in the pit of her stomach disappear. She was calmed by his presence. Drawn in. Born into a world of persecution, the one thing she dreamed of was a respite. He gave her that.

Hi

I'm me. This is my blog. You are the reader. See how that works? Good.

I'm not sure what this is all about at the moment. It's honestly just a place to post my writing and hopefully get some feedback from the oh so loving and charitable denizens of the internet. Maybe it'll be more then that one day. Maybe it'll never be anything, maybe this will be the only post and the blog will remain woefully anonymous. Maybe I'm being melodramatic. In any case, try and enjoy your stay.