I remember when I first discovered Gegege no Kitarou through the internet, in probably 1998 or 99. It had just one tiny English fanpage with a couple of pictures but I was enthralled, and I pretty much discovered Youkai mytholoy and horror manga from there, information on both still unbelievably scarce.
Shigeru Mizuki himself was also just a fucking incredible individual.
He wanted to be an artist all his life, but he was enlisted in WWII, where he was accused of being a “deserter” for being the sole survivor of a surprise attack, assigned to what was going to be a suicide strike as punishment, saved because he had to be hospitalized for fucking malaria, then lost his arm when the allied forces bombed the hospital, again one of the few survivors.
Along the way he befriended a tribe in New Guinea, the Tolai, who rekindled his love of mythology and the supernatural, which is its own amazing story.
Years later he re-trained himself to draw with his other hand and basically devoted himself to studying and revitalizing Japan’s own folklore. He came to be considered the leading scholarly expert on youkai and basically the reason youkai re-entered the public eye at all. Without his efforts, they may have faded largely to obscurity in post-war Japan.
He also seemed convinced - or at least liked to maintain - that youkai spirits were definitely real, but that there was something about our widespread use of electric light that repelled them or even made us unable to perceive them anymore, which is a fascinating concept.
to the piece of shit of piece shit of piece of shit of piece shit who sent me a message “ your lips are ugly af” yesterday♡ 26 times a day!! woo i’m a maggot, you’re the piece of shit of piece shit of piece of shit of piece shit, i eat you and puke you up aww♡ praise my cunt lips you asshole♡
all these really nice pictures of lashes delicately placed in a lash box. i’m not home right now to take the photo but mine are basically dumped in there covered in glue and i’m poud when after drinking all night i can manage that
sweet honey glazed hell on rye shut the fuck up get a fucking tattoo if you want a tattoo. tattoos dont have to have a deep meaning or significance if you don’t want just get the fucking tattoo. who cares who fucking cares. life is meaningless. we all die.
here i fixed your bullshit post
THANK YOU FOR FIXING THAT CONDESCENDING ELITIST CRAP
love, a tattoo artist
I do think a few of them are good to consider. For me, specifically the ‘are you prepared to deal with stupid fucking questions about what it means’ when it comes to my knuckles. You don’t know how much more attention knuckles cause (well, I guess you do Han). Not something I thought of