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Kusuriya no Hitorigoto 2nd Season Key Visual

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do you think about how all the characters in akayona are to each other the counterpart and the mirror, somehow precisely the polar opposites but also the exact same person? how the story is told through thousands of subtle parallels and anti-parallels? of how kusa uses mainly this, not monologue or dialogue, to explain her characters, to effectively and persuasively show you human nature in all its complexities and simplicities and glory?

Kija and Jaeha? who appear the opposite but are actually the same in how they inherited the suffering and long life wishes of their forebears, the wish of freedom and home and the wish of duty fulfilled?

Hak and Jaeha who are so different in personality yet so similar at the core, in what they value and what they prioritize, in their fears and flaws and how they overcame them?

Hak and Soowon who are so in tune who can communicate without a word yet cannot understand each other because they are fundamentally different in what they value and what they are willing to sacrifice?

Hak and Soowon & Il and Yuhon? When love was enough and when it wasn't?

Il and Soowon who are the polar opposite in everything except in how they don't regret it but could not live with it? in how human they are?

Jaeha and Soo won who are alike perceptive and keen and read everyone around them yet are so clueless about their own emotions and feelings? Who use their keenness so differently, for the others versus for oneself?

Zeno and Soo won, the immortal and the very mortal, them wishing for what the other have, somehow wanting each other’s curses?

the way kusa threads it so you are convinced so you feel it in the bone how these two people could grow so close despite all their differences? the way she weaves it so well the story writes itself without her? insane insane this woman is insane for it all

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Yesterday — or actually, today at 2 a.m. — I was reading the manga Yona of the Dawn.

Of course, my tablet decided to die right at the worst moment: low battery. 😤

The last thing I saw was Hak saving Yona from the fire — but he was badly injured and completely dehydrated.

So Yona ran off to find water. And she came back with it… in her mouth.

And then — oh damn — Hak kissed her.

Not gently. Not weakly.

He was half-conscious, but the moment their lips touched, it felt like he finally received something he’d spent his whole life silently craving.

That water — passed from her lips to his — was like a life elixir, and the kiss?

More like a confession wrapped in survival.

I mean, girl. Were your hands broken? Or was this just the only way your heart would let you do it? 😏

I mean sure, it was a life-or-death situation…

But still.

10/10 drama. 11/10 romance.

I did not see that coming, but wow. I’m impressed.

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Guess what? I finally crossed the line... I'm no longer just an anime otaku – I’ve started reading manga too!

So which title completely hooked me from the start? Akatsuki no Yona. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t start it earlier – the characters are amazing, the chemistry is intense, and the jokes? They never stop. Seriously.

When I first opened it, I was so confused. Panels flying everywhere, speech bubbles all over the place... I was like, "What am I even supposed to read first??" 😅 And then it hit me – manga reads from right to left. Funny how something so simple can feel like solving a puzzle at first 😂

Anyway, now I’m hooked. Send help. Or more recommendations 😌

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I’m not an artist — but since when has that ever been a reason to stop?

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I finally gathered the courage to finish Attack on Titan. I always knew Eren wouldn’t get a happy ending. Still… he was so damn powerful. So alive. I keep asking myself—was he right? Was destruction the only path to peace?

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Try not to fall into the same trap again. When you're finally far away from an exhausting relationship, your mind starts to forget why you left in the first place. But if you ever go back — give it two days. You'll remember everything.

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Maybe you like to suffer,” — my sister once told me, dead serious.

Maybe you’re just chasing the kind of pain that feels like purpose.

God, I hope that’s not me. Or maybe it is. Who knows.

When emotions pile up so high that even my heart says “nope,” I try to talk to someone — not for the drama, just for survival(mental).

But most days? I feel empty. Problems still here, still mine. They don’t even pay rent.

So no, I don’t really enjoy trauma talk.

Give me religion, language, AI, anime, philosophy — or just the bizarre experience of being human.

That stuff? It wakes me up. Makes me feel alive, charged, borderline invincible.

Maybe if I start pouring more of that energy out into the world,

I’ll start pulling it back in — like some kind of spiritual Wi-Fi.

One can dream.

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Who else finds it hard to turn off their phone and stop watching anime all night? I thought I could stop after 2 or 3 episodes, but Chainsaw Man turned out to be way more interesting than I expected.

To be honest, this kind of night marathon isn’t great for anime lovers. My enjoyment didn’t reach its full potential because I was forcing myself to stay awake. It’s like eating your favorite cake non-stop even when you’re already full — you end up stuffing it all in at once, and it stops being fun.

Next time, I’ll try to be more careful and patient. I want to enjoy anime with fresh eyes, not sleepy ones.

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I haven’t left him yet. We’re not divorced. I just told him I wanted to rest and live a little in the countryside. But, if I’m honest… I don’t want to go back. My love for him has died. I played the role of a wife for years. I cooked, cleaned, laid in bed, visited friends — all just to pretend I was a good wife. Not to save our marriage. No, I did it for safety. I needed money to raise my child and a roof over our heads. But inside… I was dying. Every day. We argued about everything. That killed my love. That life wasn’t living — it was surviving. I complained all the time. I felt like Heracles, chained to the mountain, and every day an eagle came to tear pieces of me away. My body would heal by morning, but my soul? Now, I feel like I’m finally coming back.

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My feelings seem to grow heavier with each passing year. The problems around me don’t let me breathe the way I used to. Still, I want to find a way out. I can’t keep drowning in all this — though somehow, these struggles shaped who I am.

I just finished watching After the Rain. At first, it seemed like it might be something questionable — a young girl and a 45-year-old man? But it turned out different. He never tried to harm her. He wanted to protect her. She reminded him of the person he used to be in college — young, alive, hopeful. She brought those buried feelings back to life. He wanted to hug her not out of desire, but because a part of him is still that young boy. His body aged, and he started acting like an old man, calling himself that. He reminds me of... myself.

Can I find that version of me again like he did — the one who loved freely, felt deeply, laughed easily? Can I fall in love with life once more, share my passions without fear… and keep that lightness inside me alive?

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I’m not here to impress. I’m here to breathe. Not sure who I am anymore. But I know what I feel. So I’m writing it down.