my foul demeanour and ill temper. my quarrelsome and disagreeable nature

this is how doing cognitive behavioral therapy feels

Pynch is forever S tier because Ronan is like the first time I ever saw him I knew I had to have him, because subconsciously I knew he was the presence I dreamt of all those years ago in my loneliest of times, and I begged God for even the slightest sliver of a chance. And Adam is like the first time I saw him he outperformed me at groceries and that was when I knew I had to sell my soul to become an academic weapon. Also it wasn't him.

i know we all clown ronan and adam for being sexually insane and yearners about each other, but man we do not give gansey enough shit. what do you mean you wanted to eat the fruit from the bottom of blue's yogurt cup because it would mean you could put your mouth on the spoon blue's mouth and blue's spit had been on. and you could imagine it was like close to kissing her. what do you MEAN. fucking FREAK.

honestly adam parrish is the teenager ever. like bro is 17/18, bisexual, hates his family, wasn't alone but was always lonesome, has a weird relationship with intimacy, has 3 jobs that he dislikes but also loves, is in three situationships, is afraid of being known but couldn't stand to lose his friends, yearns and feels bad about it, is bitterly sarcastic if not completely cynical, forms bonds with random adult figures, has far too many skeletons in his closet, stays up late doing homework, created a random side hustle that did far too well, knows people have a crush on him but ignores it for convenience, would rather give over his soul to an ancient forest than talk about his feelings to anyone, and on top of all of that, is just trying his best to pass AP physics. no one has ever topped this level of 'something for everyone' in a character.

adam parrish never had a bad track. i will be your hands, i will be your eyes. lonesome. thanks for the straight teeth. a place made for leaving. i am unknowable. to feel awake when my eyes are open. with a dreamer. i was here, i exist, i'm alive because i bleed. there were two gods in this church. i am such a damaged thing. i'm awake. these eyes and hands are mine.

good morning to horror fans, fat bitches, people with psychosis, they/thems, people who can’t drive, trans women, witches, and single dads. the rest of you... you’re on your own

*with a dark and evil aura surrounding me* I'm shy

No I genuinely don't think there's any better wording of the last part