Caeblan - Caeblan

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That american psycho monologue about how dark and messed up patrick is but it's me and instead of murder its wanting to fuck George costanza from Seinfeld

Choosing to lie to myself and tell myself that fighting was the only time Narrator felt something so naturally Tyler would only feel nothing when fighting

I wanna punch him in the face im so in love with him

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Fight Clubs your Stobotnik

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

Fight club did not work on me I got too attached to the narrator and dream of wearing ties and trousers

if you think about it fight club is just hate sex