This reddit user made an absolute PHENOMENAL overal theory of One Piece. I have never seen anybody made a theory as thorough, detailed and well-researched as they are. Even if the ending turned out to not be like what they wrote, this theory I believe will still stay as one of the most impressive theory in the fandom for days to come.
yo does anyone else feel CONSTANTLY guilty? like you’ve always done something wrong but you don’t know what it is?
Yes, and I’ve spoken to my therapist about it, who offered an explanation:
She says that people who from a young age were made to feel like they kept doing things wrong - people who’s parents had impossibly high standards for them, people who were bullied, people who have special needs, people who didn’t develop crushes on the “right” people, people who didn’t act like the “right” gender - basically ended up being made to feel guilty so much that guilt became their default response to everything. Guilt became the emotional response to anything which the person didn’t already have a set emotion for.
People for whom guilt is the default emotional response are also more likely to have low self-esteem, doubt their own experiences, and experience impostor syndrome. So, watch out for that too guys
Man, this is such a perfect analogy. “Chipped”… Just damaged enough for it to show at times, but not nearly broken enough to warrant fixing. And so often does the chipped cup turn itself to show its undamaged side.
someone put it in words
i love this. this is a beautiful way of setting out how a lot of people feel
I have seen this post some 50 times and everytime I softly whispered ‘Fuck’ to myself cuz it hits SO close to home
I put myself in 3 boxes. Workself, social self, and real self. 2 of boxes are my mask. Happy face, and social person. Inside the last box, are filled with cracked and chipped cups. Every time I am feeling down, I image myself sealing that box with tape, binding it with rope, burning it with gasoline, and throw it away to the sea. And each time it will come back to haunt me again, and again, and again, and again. The situation is made worse with the pandemic. Im isolate in my room without any close contact with other people and family. I don’t want to but the force too. “if you get closer to us, you are wishing us to die sooner from covid”. Maybe it would make you feel better if i’ m just gone from the life
To this day it blows my mind that when Naoko Takeuchi and Yoshihiro Togashi started dating, Togashi looked haggard to the point where he told an assistant that police regularly stopped him on the street for looking “suspicious”. And Ferrari-driving, couture-wearing Naoko still gave him a chance. The man was swimming in a pile of trash
looking like THIS
And he still married THIS WOMAN
His personality must be great
@nightstitcher that picture never fails to kill me. Like…the scene in hxh greed island arc with the trash…that was real…
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
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