I Love Him An Unhealthy Amount :(

i love him an unhealthy amount :(

girl help i've trapped myself into a self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness and isolation

I just wanna give Gojo a hug come on

gojo satoru, the untouchable sorcerer, the very pinnacle of jujutsu power. his whole life, a weapon wielded by a world that feared him and craved his strength. he was a shield, a deterrent, a symbol — but never just himself.

even in death, he finds no peace.

his stolen body, a puppet manipulated by forces that refuse to let him rest. it's a cruel irony that even in his death, Gojo is reduced to a tool, his humanity utterly disregarded.

this isn't just about a character's death.

it's a gut-wrenching exploration of the toll of dehumanization. it's about a man who was never allowed to be anything more than the sum of his abilities.

it's about the profound loneliness of being revered but never truly understood. the very isolation of those deemed "special."

i don't know how to feel about this. i'm just sad. in the end gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer, was never allowed to exist beyond his abilities.

every time I hear gojo’s name the sound waves travel to my primary auditory cortex notifying my eggs that it’s time to be fertilized