summer hikaru died fucks me up everytime i think about it because the idea of learning to love yourself not through a sense of self worth, but by realising someone more monsterous than you view yourself is still beautiful and worthy of love messes with me.
you don't need to learn to view yourself as normal, or see yourself as a typical part of society. you don't even need to stop seeing yourself as a monster. you only need to realise that monsters are truly, undeniably beautiful. and if you can love a monster, then the world can love you regardless of what you are.
its not a story about coming to terms with being a good person or being normal. its a story of accepting the beauty in your horrible parts, learning to love yourself away from the norm
















