I Have So Many Fictional Characters That Have Ruined My Sanity. Like I Identify Myself Before And After

I have so many fictional characters that have ruined my sanity. Like I identify myself before and after them.

But, man oh man, the way geto and gojo are in my heart and soul haunting me, prolly until my every end, is NOT THE SAME.

I think about this one scene very often,which clearly, WONT BE LEAVING ME.

That scene where geto's hand swiftly grabbed kenjaku, grabbed him by his neck, singlehandedly, CUZ HE KNEW. CUZ SOME PART OF HIM, AT LEAST HIS MUSCLE MEMORY IS STILL THERE! AND EVEN IN THAT FORM HE WOULD FIGHT THE BIGGEST BATTLE HE CAN TO SAVE GOJO OR TO SAVE HIMSELF OR THEIR LOVE. that's the epitome of art for me, when parts of you linger even after death.

Ps. The veins tightening across his hands, spare me from this torment of details, please.

I love it when I'm dreaming and my fuckn awesome brain decides to build a backstory by taking references from my previous dreams.

The one who walks away from omelas. What have you done to me!

The fact that the Young Royals never explicitly said Wilhelm has anxiety but we could just see from acting and script that he has

These tears should be the proof that he wasn't a friend to just them, but to all of us.

Death of someone so close, whose ups and downs you've seen, whose love life you've rooted for, whose mischief you have taken part in, whose happiness you have wished for, whose misery for which you have shed tears. Someone so close, someone who is alive and funny with a mere click on your tablet, but is essentially lost from this world.

The way those incomplete lives from the unfinished novels come rushing to me when least expected.