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There is only one reason you like it: "cute girls doing cute things" or in other words, capitalistic Moe caricatures, something you will never relate to. Behind their masks of innocent angels Yui, Ritsu, Mugi, Mio and Azusa are all manipulative tools laughing at you mockingly as you grovel helplessly before the screen with the fantasy of one day touching them. So you go out and buy the plushies, body pillows and figurines to further stimulate the economy when in hopes to stimulate yourself.

You self insert into Ryuuji and have a degredation fetish. The sole reason Taiga is allowed to exist in all her "glorious" agressive, physically abusive tsundereness is because she is a cute, anorexic highschool girl who is a below-average height gremlin to make you feel superior and fuel your white-night, saviour complex. Thus inflating your fragile ego as an otaku who watches 20+ anime per season.

At a young age, during the peak of puberty, unable to distinguish between true career aspirations and sexual deviancy, you make the conscious decision to pursue your passion for designing women’s footwear motivated by your newly discovered foot fetish. Due to having mommy issues, you develop a crush on a 30 year-old emo milf highschool teacher, a grown woman who displays femcel tendencies. For further inspiration, you meet your crush in an isolated spot at your local park every weekend, specifically on rainy days, since that would make it harder for a passerby to notice any potential grooming she decides to bestow (subject) upon you (you to). You are hoping she would let you massage her feet and acquire measurements to carve life-sized prototypes while she, tired and depressed, fantasizes about the possibility of finally acquiring true love and simultaneously normalizing pedophilic relationships within Japanese culture; killing two birds with one stone.

Akame ga Kill
Angel Beats
Chainsaw Man
Glasslip
Nisekoi
Haganai
Re:Zero
Himouto! Umaru-chan
The Garden of Words
A Whisker Away
Higurashi
Vampire Knight
Yesterday wo Utatte
Hai to Gensou no Grimgar
Runway de Waratte

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

"I don't intend him, or any man, or any woman to be all my life, there are heaps of things in me that he doesn't and- never shall understand, and so with him, there are heaps of things in him, more especially things he does, which will always be hidden from me. He has all those public qualities that you so despise. I don't intend to correct him, or to reform him, only connect. That is the whole of my sermon. I have not undertaken to fashion a husband to suit myself, using Henry's soul as raw materials, it would be contemptible and unfair."

"I grew up quite poor, we lived in the hills. In a place my brothers built from things they found, metal sheeting, plywood, when it rained it smelled like hay. We were always hungry, but there was a lucuma tree, scrawny, barely alive, my family had given up on it years before, never bore fruit. When I was seven, I became fixated on it, I watered it, tended to it, it took a long time, but the buds grew into green fruit. I was so proud, I didn't tell anyone, I plucked one and hid behind our shack, I ate the whole thing, I'd never tasted something so sweet, it was like, caramel. At first, we ate the fruit ourselves, and then I began taking it to the village to sell. One day, much of the fruit was gone from my tree, pieces were scattered on the ground, half eaten. I thought, it was probably a coati, have you ever seen one? about the size of a large house cat; opportunists. I built a snare, using branches and wire, it didn't take long for the animal to set it off, but the coati thrashed so hard...it broke out of the snare, broke its leg as well, I tried to grab it, but it slipped away, it ran under the house, I knew it would show itself sooner or later. So I waited, for hours, into the night, when my brothers called for me, I did not answer, I didn't make a sound, I was so still, finally it came out, it knew I was there, but it was hungry. This time I was ready, I caught it, it fought me, but I was stronger. The merciful thing would've been to kill it...I kept it, it lived for quite some time...I believe you will wake Hector."