Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
So im going to start a little something called: Early Morning/Late Night Thoughts with Thesliceofrye! (All depending on what time those thoughts come)
Why? Well because they need to go somewhere, and why not here.... So let's do a first one right below.
So I'd like to think that if we were close friends online chatting and if I was being annoying. Those close friends could, if they wanted to: send a quick and simple text of "______ shut the f$*k up" and you know what? I'd laugh my butt off and be "oki lmaooooo" bc I love them and sometimes a shut up from someone you love is all you need. 💙
OK SO this scene got me thinking what if🤔.. what if the cloak was actually made of sea prism....if that's so then Whitebeard's devil fruit couldn't respawn on a near by plant, and instead would have just manifested itself inside of the cloak granting Blackbeard the chance to obtain and consume the gura gura no mi.
"When the world shuts down and the quiet shushes and the darkness cloaks, I do the opposite. My small rebellions."
~Me
When did I get so grey. Or maybe I have always been this dull shade of nothingness. I'd like to think that I was once an exuberant yellow just to have something to compare with. To know that I've moved and changed and grown, to know that I had once tasted the sun,that I held it in my gentle hands and for once I didn't burn. But that's a lie isn't it? A comforting one but a lie nonetheless. Maybe I've always been grey.
~Me
Do you ever get that intense yearning to learn in the middle of the night? The universe, the stars, mythology, languages, art, history, culture, physics, psychology, philosophy and anything and everything you can get your hand on. It's as if knowledge becomes alive at night.