I Love Pain

I love pain

goddddd nanami and anthy’s dynamic makes me insane. i hate you because i am you. i hate you because i’m scared of you, and i’m scared of being like you (i already am). i’ll hurt you so i can prove we’re two different people and i am so much better than you, so much less sick. i see myself in you and you in myself and that scares me, and i can’t flee so i’ll fight. also i’ll send you a fuckass magic cowbell and put snails in your pencil case loser

existence and stories

me, halfway through listening through a song: hmm this might have otp potential

*restarts song but this time listening with Blorbo Intent

Houseki No Kuni is amazing.

In my formative years, I delved into the depths of the internet, navigating NSFL content and explicit material without restraint. Unrestricted by parental oversight, I became desensitized to disturbing imagery, fostering an emotional detachment. This exposure, which was not positive, undeniably left an indelible mark on me.

Venturing into horror movies, graphic manga, and unsettling videos failed to evoke amusement or fear, until Houseki No Kuni entered my life in 2020.

This isn't an attempt to sensationalize; it might not strike you as the most terrifying experience, nor bring you to tears. It probably won't, tbh. Yet, its impact on me was pretty profound man. Unlike my usual obsessions that (sometimes) bring joy, this manga drew me into an obsessive immersion, blurring the boundaries between fiction and reality. The disorienting feeling lingered, isolating me with thoughts that couldn't be easily shared.

Consider my current interest: One Piece. It is a source of joy combining emotional moments with triumphs, excitement, and learning. Houseki No Kuni, however, charts a different course. If you know, you know, lmao. Its unsettling nature deepens with each read, weaving a narrative that connected with my own reality. After finishing a session, lying in bed, the story intertwined with my thoughts, creating a bridge between both worlds. The resulting blurred lines had a profound impact, it's kinda stupid but it's true.

I refrain from offering a comprehensive analysis; others likely share similar sentiments. Yet, isn't my experience a testament to its exceptional writing? As a writer myself, I aspire to captivate readers as this story did for me. The insights gleaned are invaluable, showcasing the narrative's ability to resonate. While I may not revisit it for evident reasons, its oddly beautiful impact continues to impress me.

Idk, I probably need to sleep, lol.