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Maybe my gender retirement is more of a “greatest hits”-style experience.

My second chance to stand shoulder to shoulder, right beside my beloved younger sibling, and offer my apologies that I was standing behind them the first time around.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

I know Rosie is dead. She wasn’t for a while when she was first gone, but she is now, I can feel it. I still remember everything I learned from Rosie. She taught me how to take something some people might just throw out, and then sweat and work and love it back to being beautiful.

im so fucking bored

patrick getting cucked right in front of his very eyes

“Patrick is /not/ a cynic, Timothy. He’s the boy next door, aren’t you honey?”
“No I’m not,” I whisper to myself. “I’m a fucking evil psychopath.”

alright bro pack it up

He then wrestled away the man’s gun and “dick-whipped” him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick. I never ask John to clarify such things.

ohhhh david the man that you are ☹️

“Now, after everything I’ve seen, I’m not really scared of monsters and demons and whatever they are. I’m only scared of one thing and that’s the fear. Living with that fear, with intimidation. A boot on my neck. I won’t live like that. I won’t. I wouldn’t then and I won’t now.”

“This being scared bullshit, it’s exhausting for me. And you know, I reach a point where I say, you can kill me or tear off my arms or soak me in gasoline and set me on fire, but you won’t keep me like this, imprisoned by fear.”

"I would like to pause for a moment, to talk about my penis."

my doomed yaoi

/Man, just do it. Just do it and let me sleep out here in the sand until the sun goes supernova and turns the whole world into a charred memory./

/Yeah, Jim, you can quote the bible at me but you and I got the same sickness./

John nodded, as if he were committing this to memory. He lit his own firebombs, glanced up at me and asked, “You got any final requests, in case this don’t end well?”

“Yeah. Avenge my death.”

Fred said, “Man, I think he’s gonna make a fuckin’ suit of human skin, using the best parts from each of us.”

“Holy crap,” said John. “He’ll be /gorgeous/.”

dave and narrator fight club would make great friends

great internal dialogue from Dave here

/Welcome to freakdom, Dave. It’ll be time to start a Web site soon, where you’ll type out everything in one huge paragraph./ It was like dying.

“Oh, no! It’s dark in here and here I am in the shower! Alone! I’m so naked and vulnerable!” what is happening bro

“Now, John has eyesight problems because of his constant masturbation” WHAT?

“I think Dave and I gained the ability to peer into Hell. Only it turns out He’ll is right here, it’s all through us and around us and in us like the microbes that swarm through your lungs and guts and veins.” the modern day “Hell is empty and all the devils are here”

On a long enough timeline, endings are inevitable.

Tragedy is inevitable.

Fortunately, so is joy.

/You’re fucking Wolfgang von Danger./ things that resonate with me and me alone