i am jack’s gothic esotericism

wore my jeans backwards in public today without realising until i got home and honestly that speaks volumes on my character

something awesome about working the night shift is that you are filled with exhaustion

sorry for asking you to repeat what you said. i am plagued with visions

i would know him by ass alone

remembering the time i wrote a hannibal fic where he was having a dialogue with God and the process of allowing myself into the headspace was so satisfying yet completely emotionally taxing i still haven’t updated it in like a year

tyler durden personally told me he is a huge fan of transitioning. what is more destructive than eradicating something and completely reinventing yourself. metal as fuck

i’ve noticed sometimes people or friends feel bad for asking me questions they deem silly or unimportant but the truth is i will always give you a response because my monologuing capacity rivals tyler durden in a way that is concerning to the general public

i don’t talk about the walking dead on here nearly enough for someone who has parts of the show tattooed on his body

when tyler told the narrator to let go he didn’t mean in the philosophical way it was because they were holding hands

incredibly fond of truly complex characters. show me every facet of what it means to be human. the dirt. the rot. the beauty. show me your violence then turn it to kindness. show me the reason you are the way you are, and then show me the ways it didn’t make a difference.

there is something so unique about the way being surrounded by catholicism infiltrates the brain. i can see beauty in everything. ritual feels like an action of devotion. yes, i know your coffee order by heart. this is sacrifice. blood feels like love. how much of myself should i give to you so you will remember me? these are my shortcomings. repeat them in memory of me. i feel guilt in the action of nothing at all. i want to save everyone but i cannot even save myself. i am a martyr, but for what purpose? to what end? even god was killed. will you kill me too?

if you like the pitt and old man yaoi and also old men fighting with each other i wrote a fic … feel free to check it out here :)

do i have any pitt enthusiast followers on here… show yourselves…

bet the narrator thought his life couldn’t get worse then boom. he wants to fuck a blond man.

people out here saying they want to be like tyler durden. ok so you want to be gay congratulations welcome home.