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Is There Freedom in the Dark?
How does a drive late at night make you feel? Do you enjoy it? Do you roll down the window and feel the breeze through your hair? Do you crank up the music and sing like no one’s there? Do you take the alone time to contemplate? What does the night taste like, to you?
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Why I Love Depressive Work
I wrote this last summer, a few months after graduating, but I forgot to actually post this. It’s a good expression for where my mind was at the time. I’ve made many a friend over the years. Some close, and some less so. Many of them I have good memoires with. A couple of them I have bad memories with…those ones tend not to be friends anymore. But there’s a select few that I’ve been able to turn bad memories into good recollections with…and those are the ones that stick with me.
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My Manga Diet – April 2022
I’ve been doing literally nothing with this blog lately, and while I wanna write, I don’t think I quite have my spark yet. So in the meantime, let’s talk about some of the manga I’ve been reading and enjoying lately.
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Peace in my Problems
There’s a certain catharsis in relatability. It’s this weird release of tension, knowing your feelings aren’t isolated. Humans tend to love mutual validation. We watch videos of people making breakfast, strain our ears to overhear what people say about us, and develop our opinions based on their distance from popular trends. It seems tiring, seeking that release from communal selves in the continual comparison of values, yet there’s peace to be found there.
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Who, Me?
Back in 2014, I started this blog as a way to catalogue my thoughts on anime and how it all interacted with my faith. It was kind of a form of active journaling through essay writing, and I learned a ton through doing it, met some awesome people, and really unlocked a part of myself that’s been dormant since I walked away from this. A ton has happened since those days. College threw a continuous wrench in my plans with all of the changes that ensued due to it, between assignments and anxieties, friendships and the lack thereof, fears without and fears within, writing became less of a outlet to…
