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Pussy from someone at their wits end

i love when a character has something terrible happen to them and as a result they see themself as, essentially if not literally, a ghost. and so that means they only can (and have to) do what ghosts do, ie get revenge and then cease to exist. easy as that. but then halfway through this ghost vengeance they realize hey actually i might still be a human person. with human needs. that’s incredibly inconvenient, considering how much i’ve invested in this whole ghost thing

It didn’t kill me, but something inside me died that day.

YES he is a MASSIVE BITCH but hes also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND hes my little meow meow.

They love him for his swagless meltdowns homoerotic relationship with his friend and long hair

he’s a tragic hero. he’s a pathetic bitch. he’s the poorest little meow meow. he’s the tormented bearer of his own dignity. he cares too much. he doesn’t have anything to care about. he’s his own worst enemy. he’s the only one who knows himself.

delighted by the discovery of the concept of "doomed by the narrative but your friends are punching the narrative in the face and you're fine now"

a Halloween

“Before You Embark On A Journey Of Revenge, Dig Two Graves”. what a stupid fucking quote. I’m killing way more than two people idiot

*stumbles out of a building covered in blood* i failed a social interaction .

came back from death wrong trope? you can easily avoid this by just never dying at all (stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)

no more trusting people without a blood pact first