❛ stop struggling ❜

This is your LIFE, and its ending one minute at a time. Tyler Durden was here.

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[chaoticdrive]

       once again, this trial comes to an end as: NOT GUILTY.

[jacksvision-blog]

irriitant

( I have a rich omg. )

at some point i almost made grace.

[jacksvision-blog]

not even sure this works but yeah. it'd help.

[infectiiious-blog]

The rolling bliss of an orgasm is rapidly chased away with a deep sensation of nausea - le petit mort in its worst form, threatening to swallow her whole. A sheen of warm sweat glistens on lightly freckled skin; hair hangs in a witch-like mass, partially obscuring her breasts.

Marla can never quite manage to match his perfected nonchalance in the aftermath. He’s so utterly detached that she often has to wonder if he actually fucked his own brains out. And it angers her when they’re not on equal footing, when she is merely putty in his hands. She’s always the one who ends up  writhing beneath him, the weakened beneficiary of his sexual frustration. He coaxes her into drooping, wilting submission. As such, attempts at re-balancing their mutual effort for dominance have become routine. He is the victim here, not her.

Marla stands from the bed, loosely gripping the sheets around her as if she needs them, invalidating the fact that he’s ready to leave. Her hips, though curtained in layers of fabric, nudge hard against his.

"If you loathe me so much… and I think you do… why do you keep crawling back?”

Her voice is that of a viper, giving the illusion of a deadly forked tongue. Two fingers trail past prickly stubble, curving at his chin. It appears she’s contemplating a kiss, but not before her eyelashes flutter with cruelty.

"—-You’re pussy-whipped, Tyler Durden.”

[jacksvision-blog]

           truly a new display of emotions have encountered the one & only Tyler Durden an anger, though more confusion than anything towards the motion of a man like him being wielded by a woman. especially one like MARLA. it would suggest he was weakened until he was at his knees to get between her legs & fall deep. this isn't the case. we could get COMPANY else where, whether they needed to be paid or not. features once narrowing his brows to give her a look now shift into an amused grin, chuckles leaving his lips. the woman who calls & calls, teasing us with images of her suicide for our dying attention. oh marla, JACK isn't in right now. try paging him later.

                        ❛ if this is how you view crawling, coming back occasionally for a quick fuck i'd hate to hear how begging is.. ❜

              heart flutters, only jack, cornelius, any of the stupid names he wrote down to attempt getting away & create a p e r s o n a more confident than tyler would choke on his words talking to her. begin avoiding eye contact, nervous with how his apperence might've looked to her. hasn't slept with a girl in Y E A R S then the first one he meets can't keep her black fingered hands off him. cigarette breath, knotted hair, we could probably pump ourselves again once more from that beautifuly painted image of death. pathetic how this game continues to go on, both parties thinking they've won. really, what is your reward out of this? sex with a single man instead of being tossed by the many thousands who'd pay her off the street? are we making love without words? leaning in, giving her that same teasing look, he'll lick his lips, smile at her, then say:

                                        ❛ you're inlove, marla singer. ❜

                 his tone, mocking her. a grin still plastered on, never showing signs of leaving. the game is done, neither has won or will admit defeat.having the last laugh was viewed as strong, superior.. finally getting his clothes completely on, he'll just sigh & look over his shoulder at her, as if to wait for her next line. another laugh escapes.. 

                                       ❛ i'll see you around, marla. ❜

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[jacksvision-blog]

          chaos clown. no no, killer clown? had to do with a CARD. Joker. what a laugh, we A L M O S T could though it's more entertaining to watch you fail at an attempt to bring gotham to its knees. the world could use more men like you. at least we think so.

                 ❛ heavy M A K E O U T session, or are you that terrible at applying lipstick?❜

[jacksvision-blog]

          well well well if it isn't the HERO. what a world, in need of someone else to take care of thousands, millions.. tiring isn't it? having so many depend on you. it's P A T H E T I C. a breakable society, one with so much pain, anger, regret, stupidity. this is our life. it's ending one second at a time, you waste it on others without the decency to thank you. money is the solution to our biggest problems. you aren't.

                 ❛ is it F U N? doing what you do & all?❜

[jacksvision-blog]

          highschool is a big fuck fest. girls used to showing off their prime features that lure men in bring P O P U L A R I T Y. what shit. teasing them, making them lust & ache to get the reward. how ingenius yet it strips the motion of self-respect. it's just fashion today' we laugh at the stupidity of following a trend. make your own, watch them copy, create a wave. little skirts & an unbuttoned shirt.  we enjoy the view of your premature assests, though they only get you so far.

                 ❛ so miss PROM QUEEN, any chance on giving me a break? try unbuttoning another, i'm sure it'll get you much more.❜

[jacksvision-blog]

          we’d like to spend OUR time doing something else, but it seems as though YOU can't get us out of your head. such a shame. voices, shadowed figures, & much more can give paranoia to those who don't sleep often enough. start disliking every inch of your being, wanting to have a new image & you'll get stuck with Tyler Durden.  she was different though, wasn't she. a mystery of sorts. a painting of perfection on the outside, but a H O L L O W shell filled with anxiety inside. that's how he viewed it. there were those who had false confidence, holding an act for society to believe, broken to the core by the standards given out. what was she? rose.

                 ❛ don't mock the hat. it's LIKED by many, though seen as moronic, unclassy, & various names by today's high fashion & bulimic models posing with scraps of fabric. don't tell me you hate it, i won't believe it.❜

[chaoticdrive]

           ❝ I didn’t eat for three days, so I could be lovely. ❞

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In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

[jacksvision-blog]

okay so little heads up. tyler knows everything about you. why? because he is you. he might not bring anything up first interaction because well your life is going down the drain in seconds anyways. second interaction he’ll start talking about your past possibly. you muse might think they had this conversation with them already, because how else would tyler know. BECAUSE HE IS YOU.

[trydios]

you're honestly an amazing tyler and i'm hella intimidated by you

you have the right blog?but my god thank you and don’t be!seriously though you shouldn’t be i’m harmless. i swear.thank you for the reassurance!

[jacksvision-blog]

so i'm gonna delete a lot and restart. i'll keep some threads that i want to continue but other than that. like for a starter.

[jacksvision-blog]

❝ We are God's UNWANTED children? So be it! ❞