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"Kaneko Fumiko (1903–1926) was a Japanese anarchist living at the early part of the 20th century. Born out of wedlock into grinding poverty, she lived her life as an outsider within Japanese society including a stint with unloving and cruel relatives in then-occupied Korea, her experiences inspiring both her rebellion against authority and feelings of solidarity with others on the receiving end of society’s boot. Together with her friend, partner and, before her death, husband Pak Yol, she started underground anarchist societies, published articles against the Japanese state and society, and, perhaps, planned to kill the Emperor Taisho and then-Crown Prince Hirohito at Hirohito’s wedding.

She and Pak were some of of many who’d be swept up in the mass arrests and killings of enemies of the state both real and perceived after the Great Kanto Earthquake of 1923. Placed into “protective custody,” she and Pak were tried and sentenced to death for high treason on charges related to a plot to kill the Emperor and Crown Prince. While these sentences was later commuted to life in prison by the Emperor, an honor she promptly rejected by tearing the decree up in front of her jailers, she was found hanging in her cell in 1926 and is supposed to have committed suicide." - Because I Wanted To

Welcome to my blog. I am Sheri and I like to engage in nihilistic pursuits. My blog will mainly be about venting about problems and obsessing over this one girl. There will also be political stuff.

Tw: politics, occasional NSFW, yandere stuff, suicide, depression, anxiety, psychosis, and a general vent.

I welcome all dms as long as it is not a scam or phishing type of thing. My interest is primarily in girls, so do not attempt to get with me if you are a guy.

Obsessions. Quite interesting, are they not? In some ways it can be linked to ideology where you believe in an idealized version of someone. I am gonna talk about how I am feeling, no need to rationalize it. My obsession is my life. I cannot focus on anything else. The obsession emits such a divine feeling, which is pure and free from all possible contortions. Yet, every inch of this obsession is corrupt and depraved, but I fucking live for it. "How can the right thing be so wrong?" As they say, but also: "How can the wrong thing be so right?" I want to be locked in a room with my obsession as I break down in front of her and confess how much I crave her every moment of the day and also confess all the depraved things I have gone through to get more information about her. Insanity can be a light that provides guidance. Insanity is the one thing that I know never goes away. My love for insanity rivals the love I feel for my obsession. I have been referred to as a "maniac" by my doctor because my obsession went too far. I am like a drug addict.

kind of craving a friendship where we can be silly together but also be huge pervs. Like yeah one day we might be masturbating together. But the next we'll be arguing about which is the best Pokémon

Okay so can we all agree that Suzuya Juuzou and Bachira Meguru would be besties 🤍🖤

I love them they are my sons I love them I will protect them for the rest of my goddamn life and beyond the grave I will love them I love them those are my sons I carried them in my very womb

It feels intense when you are obsessed with someone beyond belief, yet they do not know and they act normal around you. It feels like you are hiding a water dam behind your back. At some point I might tell the person about it, but they will likely not feel the same. Like even if they are a yandere too, it is clear that they like someone else.

Once, there was a group of humans born, from birth they were bitten by a thorn. They bore the cross, the cross of their demise, of their death they fantasize. The village gathered to witness the journey into the clouds, the entropy came in mounds. Shackled by all, but shackled by naught, they wanted to bleed and they made it so, it's as if they were made to go

I am definitely unlovable. I am just too insane and weird for anyone to relate to me or like me. I must accept this reality in order to continue living a life of loneliness, but a life without love is no life at all...I have no idea what to do.

I love her so much. She is the only one who can make me feel anything anymore. I am dead without her. My only wish is for her to pay attention to me.