

Norma Desmond, gosh, i love u! 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

> Go ahead and live with your head held high. > No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze.Episode 19: Hinokami was my first introduction to Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba. I was in 8th grade when I saw it. My classmate, Hannah, was the one who introduced me to the series. She urged me to binge it because it was “really cool.” That afternoon, I rushed my sun-drenched ass with the remainder of my baon for that day to the PisoNet and watched the first episode on KissAnime. RIP, legend. 😭 I was so determined and far gone into my obsession to Demon Slayer that I was beyond doubt stopping school wholeheartedly just to train to become a Hashira. I became so invested that I funded my obsession at the expense of a good night sleep just so I could read the manga on my auntie's phone and swept through the chapters in just two nights. Then came Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – The Movie: Mugen Train. The memory of it still dances vividly in my mind. I pirated a copy of the movie from Facebook and watched it on a deteriorating Samsung Galaxy Y S5360. I wavelessly cast my mind back to that morning after witnessing Rengoku's heroic performance. I was inebriated that I even started administering Total Concentration Breathing, yet nothing could console my tears. His unseasoned death is something I religiously grieve to this very day. Certainly, forever. I am so intimately tethered to this anime to a boundless extent that I perform my own Breathing Techniques on my friends and chevy them around with a stick, or whatever I lay my hands on. Regardless of what I do, I still find myself howling each time I watch this movie. I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that I've known him for decades for me to grieve him to this extent. I love you, Rengoku. ☹️❤️🩹✨💯


May 1. I love you. A sorcerous display of isolation and crippling emotion. I could never bring myself to explain how a movie can be so deeply disconsolate, and yet so pulsingly human and alive.