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that gifset really made me wanna come back here lmao

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It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

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inscmniac:

                   I almost subconsciously roll my eyes at her comment ;;                     although I exaggerate it once I finally notice. What did                     MARLA need from these sad, sap filled pity fests ?? I                     was the one LIVING on instant coffee && twinkies whilst                    dragging my knuckles like a fucking ZOMBIE.                    ‘ I don’t fucking know – but I HIGHLY doubt it. Why would                      YOU need a week’s worth of support group meetings ?? ‘          

”...They distract me.”

From what, Marla doesn’t care to divulge out loud - from the crushing weight of the world that she can barely account for. From the circular thoughts that buzz around her brain like agitated flies. She’s rummaging in her oversized purse as she speaks, groping for something in the bottomless pit. 

“---Don’t suppose you want a Xanax.”

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distortedfabrications:

     “–I don’t know.”

     “I walk around the city a lot. You’ve probably just seen me around, I guess. It’s a big city, but it’s not that big, you know?”

“---What’s your name?”

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inscmniac:

             ‘ I- It doesn’t .. ‘                 I take a moment to breath ;; my eyes rolling ever so                 slightly before bony knuckles begin to rub at them.                 I hadn’t slept in a week. they were purple, hollow shells.              ‘ It doesn’t work like that, alright ?? nothing else works,                – trust me, i’ve tried. I NEED this. ‘

She blinks at him through smoke for a moment, as if measuring his level of desperation; or relishing it. “...Okay, I get it. You’re emotionally constipated.”

“---Who’s to say I don’t need this just as much as you do?”

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averageghoul:

Hey, babe wanna come over and fuck……..ing stab me to death

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my fav thing in fight club is the way tyler does that weird forced sounding laughter during the big fight near the end honestly

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distortedfabrications:

     Phae fidgets a little. He doesn’t like her certainty.

     “I don’t think so.”

“...Okay.” 

“---Then where do I know you from?”

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inscmniac:

                ‘ I’m NOT – but these meetings, they HELP me.                   You’re just here for the free coffee ;; && I can’t                   cry in the presence of another FAKER. ‘

“...So cry somewhere else.”

“---Go to the video store and rent Bambi.”

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inscmniac:

               ‘ because I’m ON TO YOU. you’re not dying ;;                   you’re not SPECIAL. ‘                 ( but was that really why ?? )

”...And I suppose you are...?”

“---Dying, or special? Because it’s funny; you sure don’t look like either one.”

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inversent:

             ‘ You- …sorry, I didn’t know. ‘

“...I didn’t expect you to.” 

“---I mean, you’re not a regular.”

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+ kniivesandlint

”...Oh.” 

“---You again.”

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+ distortedfabrications

”...No, I’ve seen you before. At the boarding house on 49th Street.”

“---I’m sure of it.”

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+ inscmniac 

“...Okay.”

“---Why are you staring?”

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infectiiious:

mutuals; like for a starter xx

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 + inversent

“---You’re in my seat.”