In The Google Docs. Straight Up "writing It". And By "it", Haha, Well. Let's Just Say. My Fight Club

it’s that time of the month again (I’m thinking about fight club) (please help me I’m thinking about fight club) (I can’t stop thinking about fight club) (it’s consuming me) (again)

what do you mean I can't crawl in between the slats of your ribs and sleep soundly to the beat of your heart? do you even love me?

Nothing like a good bit of soapshipping/Tyler x Narrator fanfic writing to finish off the night.

They make me emotional sometimes.

idk why he’s so attractive to me in this scene where he beats himself up (and the scene right after where he’s walking down the hall with blood all over his mouth and nose)

that's kind of crazy

silly willy penguins

i love domestic soapshipping but something about them and that decrepit bathroom of theirs is so infatuating to me