LIFE FINDS A WAY.

‘   fuck it. let’s go bowling.   ’ ‘   does the female form make you uncomfortable, [name]?   ’ ‘   the word itself makes some men uncomfortable: vagina.   ’ ‘   do you like sex, [name]?   ’ ‘   you’re not interested in sex?   ’ ‘   it’s a male myth about feminists that we hate sex.   ’ ‘   i’m sorry if your stepmother is a nympho.   ’ ‘   shit, i know that guy. he’s a nihilist.   ’ ‘   my father and i don’t get along.   ’ ‘   i am sorry about that crack on the jaw.   ’ ‘   i was feeling really shitty earlier in the day.   ’ ‘   life goes on.   ’ ‘   where’s my god damn money, you bum?   ’ ‘   new shit has come to light!   ’ ‘   you want a toe? i can get you a toe, believe me. there are ways.   ’ ‘   i got buddies who died face-down in the muck so you and i could enjoy this family restaurant!   ’ ‘   tomorrow we come back and cut off your johnson.   ’ ‘   no one is going to cut your dick off.   ’ ‘   that makes me feel all warm inside.   ’ ‘   fucking germans.   ’ ‘   say what you want about the tenets of national socialism, [name], at least it’s an ethos.   ’ ‘   fuck your sympathy!   ’ ‘   do you have to use so many cuss words?   ’ ‘   have you ever heard of vietnam?   ’ ‘   you’re gonna kill your father!   ’ ‘   this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!   ’ ‘   how’s the smut business, [name]?   ’ ‘   well, i still jerk off manually.   ’ ‘   i want a fucking lawyer, man.   ’ ‘   that guy treats objects like women, man.   ’ ‘   i don’t like your jerk-off name, i don’t like your jerk-off face, i don’t like your jerk-off behavior, and i don’t like you, jerk-off.   ’ ‘   fucking fascist!   ’ ‘   i hate the fucking eagles, man.   ’ ‘   fortunately i’ve been adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber.   ’ ‘   i want a child.   ’ ‘   just stay away from my fucking lady friend, man.   ’ ‘   i’m helping her conceive.   ’ ‘   you’re living in the fucking past.   ’ ‘   they’re nihilists, [name], nothing to be afraid of.   ’ ‘   good night, sweet prince.   ’ ‘   you make everything a fucking travesty!   ’ ‘   look at me, i’m rambling again.   ’

‘   this aggression will not stand.   ’ ‘   where’s the money, __?   ’ ‘   you got the wrong guy.   ’ ‘   obviously, you’re not a golfer.   ’ ‘   at least i’m housebroken.   ’ ‘   it really tied the room together.   ’ ‘   were you listening to the story, __?   ’ ‘   forget it, __, you’re out of your element.   ’ ‘   you never went to college?   ’ ‘   did i urinate on your rug?   ’ ‘   i’m not trying to scam anyone here.   ’ ‘   are you employed?   ’ ‘   is this a  —  what day is it?   ’ ‘   oh, ‘fuck it.’ yes, that’s your answer. that’s your answer to everything.   ’ ‘   your revolution is over!   ’ ‘   get a job!   ’ ‘   the bums will always lose!   ’ ‘   he’s a nihilist.   ’ ‘   i’ll suck your cock for a thousand dollars.   ’ ‘   i’m just gonna find a cash machine.   ’ ‘   you brought a fucking pomeranian bowling?   ’ ‘   you’re entering a world of pain.   ’ ‘   has the whole world gone crazy?   ’ ‘   am i the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules?   ’ ‘   put the piece away.   ’ ‘   you happy, you crazy fuck?   ’ ‘   i myself dabbled with pacifism at one point.   ’ ‘   you know [name] has emotional problems!   ’ ‘   you’re not wrong, [name], you’re just an asshole.   ’ ‘   what makes a man?   ’ ‘   mind if i smoke a j?   ’ ‘   she is the light of my life.   ’ ‘   strong men also cry.   ’ ‘   he’s a fucking pervert.   ’ ‘   shut the fuck up, [name].   ’ ‘   life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit.   ’ ‘   are you ready to be fucked, man?   ’ ‘   yeah, well, you know, that’s just, like, uh, your opinion, man.   ’ ‘   her life is in your hands.   ’ ‘   this isn’t a fucking game, [name].   ’ ‘   i love you, [name], but sooner or later you’re gonna have to face the fact that you’re a god damn moron.   ’

prompt:   the  neon  demon. status:   no  longer  accepting.

dr.  ellie  sattler  edits   1/??    **   partners  may  reblog  !

❝   her name is monica.   ❞     and she gestures across the floral-wreathed space of her living room,  toward the lone potted plant sitting neatly atop the coffee table.  idle chatter comes naturally to her,  but words tumble out a bit more recklessly in his company.  from the other side of the counter,  she picks at the plastic coating of a half-empty water bottle,  a nervous habit she can’t remember collecting.     ❝   she’s a peperomia hybrid.  she was the first one i potted when i moved in here,  so…  she’s special.  can i get you something to drink?   ❞     //     ❥     @ianmalcolm​​     !

‘ monica , ’     he     repeats ,     a     soft     hum     to     himself ,     fingertips     brushing     the     waxiness     of     the     leaves .     veins     are     riddled     there     like     so     many     threads     sprung     from     one     course     of     action ;     &   who     would     have     thought     he’d     find     himself     here ?     ‘ it’s     quite     a     collection .     really     quite ,     quite     impressive .     must     have …     taken     you     a     while     to     build     it     up ,     certainly .’     there     is     little     room     for     silence ,     nervous     sentences     &     fragments     of     sentences     filling     the     space     between     them .     like     the     charming     inhabitants     of     a     certain     island     of     the     coast     of     costa     rica ,     this     is     new ,     unpredictable     ( &     for     all     his     equations     &     mathematics ,     he’s     never     been     able     to     predict     how     this     sort     of     thing     will     work     out ) .     ‘ yeah ,     i’ll     have ,     uh ,     uhhh ,     uh ,     whatever     you’re ,     um ,     having . ’     he     looks     up ,     adjusts     his     glasses ,     smiles     a     smile     that     feels     shakier     than     it     is ,     &     hopes     to     god     what     she’s     having     is     some     kind     of     alcohol .