Every time the world spits in my face, every time life feels like a sick joke—Berserk reminds me.
It’s all bullshit.
The world is rotting. There’s nothing to fix. Nothing to justify. Just filth stacked on filth.
The only thing that matters is life itself. Pain, emptiness, disappointment, I swallow it whole. don’t ask why don’t spit it out.
I just need to move. Even with all that shit gripping my hands, chaining my steps, burning into my eyes
I just need to move.
SO Stop fucking whining
Every time the world spits in my face, every time life feels like a sick joke—Berserk reminds me.
It’s all bullshit.
The world is rotting. There’s nothing to fix. Nothing to justify. Just filth stacked on filth.
I see Griffith, devouring everything for his dream. I see Casca, trapped in a nightmare she never chose. I see Guts, crawling through blood, dragging himself forward because stopping means being devoured.