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“Okay, I’m a bum, so what?”

never felt so represented in a book before

“I was expecting Heather.” is probably the funniest part of this book

Heather is genuinely the best character in this book. if she dies im sliming out everyone and then myself

Roll credits

HOLD. ON.

“He had a mask. He had a knife. It was Halloween.” Roll credits, welcome back Michael Myers

WHY ARE YOU THREATENING TO EXPOSE YOUR CHEST TO AN 8 YEAR OLD BOY BRUH

“These are the things i notice, not that he’s attractive for his age, not that he’s got a good chin” implying that’s what normal middle aged women think when they look at a teenage boy for the first time? 😭😭

“He shared his Ghost costume with his best friend and together they carved their way through the student body of their graduating class. To them, all those dead girls were one big meta-joke.” LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO GHOSTFACE BILLY AND STU MENTION not even subtle but nothing in this book is

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/.”