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floweranzaScroll down the front page here and you can see entries from August. Pretty lame, isn't it? Boo on me.
* Being home is like chocolate. It's warm and sweet, and kind of naive, and definitely pleasing.
* Once upon a time, long ago, Ichigo had believed that death was solely bad. He had been a clueless human, after all - even with the ability to see spirits, he had no idea of Soul Society, shinigami, or the movement of souls between worlds. Because he could see spirits, Ichigo had the opinion that death was a prison keeping the unsatisfied dead in the living world, warping and insulting what their lives had once been. He hated it.
After he met Rukia, his heart had eased. Death was not a thief. It was only the beginning of another life.
Even though they beat the shit out of him, he guesses that's why he fucking loves Soul Society.
* Being home is like chocolate. It's warm and sweet, and kind of naive, and definitely pleasing.
* Once upon a time, long ago, Ichigo had believed that death was solely bad. He had been a clueless human, after all - even with the ability to see spirits, he had no idea of Soul Society, shinigami, or the movement of souls between worlds. Because he could see spirits, Ichigo had the opinion that death was a prison keeping the unsatisfied dead in the living world, warping and insulting what their lives had once been. He hated it.
After he met Rukia, his heart had eased. Death was not a thief. It was only the beginning of another life.
Even though they beat the shit out of him, he guesses that's why he fucking loves Soul Society.