What If Scurvy Makes Me Kinder

Narrator really cucked himself and was seething about it the entire time. What a man

not to be dysphoric on main but i really would give anything to have a penis

if you think about it fight club is just hate sex

That american psycho monologue about how dark and messed up patrick is but it's me and instead of murder its wanting to fuck George costanza from Seinfeld

The funniest part about liking Serious Angst Themes while simultaneously fixating on a silly blorbo from my show is that 13 year old me would be writing the exact same type of fanfics as me now. Real tragedy enjoyers know ts for life

Me: what if my favorite characters smoked cigarettes ans has severe trauma 😈

13 year old me: And drank alcohol and had horrible coping mechanisms too

Me: thats badass. I like the way you think

13 year old me: stop saying cusswords my mom Will get mad

Me: sorry

13 year old me: why are you a boy

Me: We're getting off topic.

Fight club fic where after Narrator gets released from the mental hospital he robs every department store in Chicago, stealing the soap he and Tyler made together, going back to their Paper Street home and sitting naked in the same bathtub Tyler once sat in, filling it was scalding water and spending days scrubbing himself head to toe over and over with the soaps, until he's used them all up and his skin is dry and cracked and peeling. Then going into the basement, still damp from the bathtub and finding all their soap making equipment. Dumping all the lye out onto the kitchen table before laying on it and feeling it burn through his flesh as the only thing he thinks about is still Tyler. His blood making more lye stick and burn and sear through him. Then as he's dying he hears the door open and sees Tyler

Fight Clubs your Stobotnik

this is absolutely not that deep but it drives me crazy how there is like 7127727272 various and deeply thought analysis of mike but everyone says the same repetitive and boring takes about Scott

when the club is fighting or something