hangingRAT
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Not now Britney Spears, I'm trying to think about the creation of time and space after the birth of Jesus H. Christ. I need to get laid or laid in to a body bag. Either works in today's society.
Let's be honest, nothing works in today's society. I would bore you with my long writing about how we could correct society as we know it today, but even if I did, you are reading this because you are as insane or as lazy as me. And a bunch of lazy people cannot start a revolution, because in truth, we're all just in melancholy, depressed from the state of the world. It has strained us to the point where even fighting for our own rights has started to strain our nerves. Annie, I am not okay.
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Human beings can never reach perfection, but we can choose to be naïve about the fact or accept it until it corrupts us. I present my melancholic Suzanne and optimist John. One is a capitalist, the other more of a hippie. Why the fuck did they get married? Two people figure out their marriage but not really. They make an effort. They scream and cry, they laugh and smile. They are only human.
Quite philosophical after the first half, if i do say so myself. I like to dabble with hints and think-s in the text.
This work mentions physical abuse and suggests rape, but it does not actually happen. I wrote this at four in the morning, do not expect every part to make sense because it doesn't. My solution: give the woman schizophrenia but do not acknowledge it in the text or explain at what moment she is experiencing schizophrenia.
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all that you ever wanted from me (was sweet nothing) by stars_boy
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
03 Jan 2023
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And, no, Johnny can’t particularly make out the details of Simon. He can’t see the colour of his eyes or the curve of his eyelashes. He can’t see the spots on his face or the bob of his throat as he swallows. He can’t see the individual lines of his tattoo.
But, despite all of this, he does see him.
He sees the outline of strong fingers against his abdomen and he sees the hoodie thrown across the floor. He sees the ruffled mess of grey-blond hair against the pillow and he sees the way his own thighs bracket a scarred torso. He sees the smile on lips he just kissed and the way they move as he’s spoken to.
Johnny sees Simon. He doesn’t see Ghost. He finds he isn’t all too upset about it.
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In which Johnny and Simon leave Soap and Ghost behind for the night.
Bookmarked by hangingRAT
06 Jan 2023
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this is the most amazing book i have ever read even fucking shakespeare is shittier than this gold ong sis