I’ve talked about this before on my old blog. I can be at my lowest of low, hysterical, but if you pop in Sailor Moon all is well in the world. I was a sad kid. Terrible relationship with my parents. Sailor Moon aired in the US when I was 7 and changed my life. It’s where I would go when I felt alone. It was seriously the only thing that made me happy. I still have every single thing I ever owned, most still sealed and in the box.
(this isn’t even half of it O_O) PS: After 18 years of holding onto all of this…I’m finally gonna start selling it soon.
When they made the announcement last year, I cried…a lot.
I dunno…silly magical girls fighting evil makes me happy. I want to cosplay as Sailor Saturn one day (big reason why I decided on purple hair) and want to finally get my Sailor Moon tattoos. :)