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i get so gay off that soapshipping

i cant get over the narrator viewing tyler as a godlike figure. the narrator felt like one of god's unwanted children, right? this was projected from tyler, who at times speaks what the narrator repressed, therefore the narrator figured if there was a god, said god did not want/love him. and how did the narrator fill this gap? by seeing tyler as a godlike figure!!!! by worshipping him and following his word!!! i feel like the real turning point for this would be the lye burn, at the point where the narrator accepts it and becomes completely 'enlightened.' (and not to mention tylers happy tears in the book, giving narrator validation and yk allat..) UGHHHHHHHH I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I WANT THEM TO EXPLODE!!! Ok..

dailysoapshipping

ITS A GIRLFRIEND MOMENT

humbugtalk

Who up shipping they soap

keetakatze

Fight Club Stamps!

I made these! No credit needed at all, feel free to use (reblogs and asks appreciated!!)

Narrator -

Tyler Durden -

Marla Singer -

Shipping Stamps -

(more shipping stamps in Reblogs)

mimoresa

I had a dream about Tyler Durden in a thong tn

dailysoapshipping

deli-sandwich

meme by @patriickzweig

haushiinka

quillbones

it's about being angry.

it's about struggling to stay alive.

it's about retaliation.

it's about trying, and trying, and failing.

it's about giving up.

it's about giving in.

it's about staying tired and repeated and dead.

and the world continues to repeat itself.

on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

where can all the anger go?

we punch, we fight, we get tired,

then life moves on.

we are all joe's boiling rage.

it's about the patriarchy.

the fragile, helpless, vulnerability of men.

how fathers are never compelled to stay;

a whole generation of men raised by women.

generations of men who have no way of talking, no way of learning, no way of expressing.

no gentle touching, no forgiving crying.

you are only offered the rough, rough knuckles of hardened asphalt and sticky blood.

in a man's world, there is no support.

when you want to feel, you tether yourself at the edge and feel the brink of death.

only then after can you relish your sweet existence beside your crumbling life.

it's dirty, it's grimy, it's real.

and the world continues to repeat itself.

the first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club.

the second rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club.

do not name the monster which within we live.

when we do not talk about the monster, we will all be trapped.

soobintxting

people will look u dead in the eye and say that they percieve them in a 'brotherly' way when the ozzie and harriet line literally exists (i can't believe i saw someone say that once🤔...)