i love the way you never get to reading that thing that interested you
The narrator is like the American Mark Corrigan mayhaps
Fight club fic where after Narrator gets released from the mental hospital he robs every department store in Chicago, stealing the soap he and Tyler made together, going back to their Paper Street home and sitting naked in the same bathtub Tyler once sat in, filling it was scalding water and spending days scrubbing himself head to toe over and over with the soaps, until he's used them all up and his skin is dry and cracked and peeling. Then going into the basement, still damp from the bathtub and finding all their soap making equipment. Dumping all the lye out onto the kitchen table before laying on it and feeling it burn through his flesh as the only thing he thinks about is still Tyler. His blood making more lye stick and burn and sear through him. Then as he's dying he hears the door open and sees Tyler
Food chain
We were robbed of so many things in the fight club movie. Like the project mayhem rules included
And Narrator's cheek hole
oh, that’s fluff. that’s fluff of my character that I think should get run over by a bus.
if i had a girlfriend i would let her shoot me
Trans guys will watch a movie and relate to the most maladjusted character ever to exist
MILF (Man I Love Fightclub)