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BOLD  which  habits  your  muse  has. repost  ,  don’t  reblog  !

nail  biting   |   throat  clearing   |   lying   |   interrupting   |   chewing  the  ends  of  pens   |   smoking   |   swearing   |   knuckle  cracking   |   thumb  sucking   |   muttering  under  their  breath   |   talking  to  themselves   |   nose  picking   |   binge  drinking   |   oversleeping   |   snacking  between  meals   |   skipping  meals   |   picking  at  skin   |   impulse  buying   |   talking  with  their  mouth  full   |   humming  /  singing  to  themselves   |   chewing  gum   |   leg  jiggling   |   foot  tapping   |   hair  twirling   |   whistling   |   eye  rolling   |   licking  lips   |   sniffing   |   squinting   |   rubbing  hands  together   |   jaw  clenching   |   gesturing  while  talking   |   putting  feet  up  on  tables   |   tucking  hair  behind ears   |   chewing  lips   |   crossing  arms  over  chest   |   putting  hands  on  hips   |   rubbing  the  back  of  their  neck   |   being  late   |   procrastinating   |   doodling   |   shredding  paper   |   peeling  off  bottle  labels   |   forgetfulness   |   running  hands  through  hair   |   overreacting   |   teeth  grinding   |   nostril  flaring   |   slouching   |   pacing   |   drumming  fingers   |   fist  clenching   |   pinching  bridge  of  nose   |   rubbing  temples   |   rolling  shoulders

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Brad Pitt by Steven Klein, W July 1999

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‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’

A large open hand smacked the side of the man’s face before he ever finished expressing his DESPAIR with such violence that the tingle ought to spread through his entire skull. A slap that OUGHT to be like a bucket of cold water felt more like a BAG OF BRICKS. Being loved or hated by Tyler Durden felt like the EXACT SAME THING.                   ❛    Don’t go there , you hear me ? DO NOT . GO THERE .     ❜          Something about Tyler’s voice shows the FRUSTRATION that had begun to build up within his gut. BOTH of their GUTS. Something GREAT was about to happen, something BIGGER than ANY of them, and the co-founder of their little CLUB was committed to play the LOVESICK ROMEO part meant only for delusional teenagers who were yet incapable of controlling their PELVIC regions.                 ❛     We’re doing something here. Right now. Right here. THIS is what matters !     ❜         Pale eyes squint at him as if suddenly DISGUSTED by the sight of the smaller man.                 ❛     If she's dead , how does that change you? HEY              !     ❜          Another slap to the same cheek, though this one was SOFTER , a mere call for attention.                ❛     If MARLA were to be dead in some alley right now, what would CHANGE about you ?     ❜          The answer expected was too CRUEL to be spoken out loud. BUT TYLER WAS READY TO DO ALL THAT IKEA BOY COULDN’T.

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‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’

         ❛   Hey  ,   she   eats   burgers  ,   right  ?   Wears   cheap   Zara   clothes  ?     ❜            Durden   speaks   through   a   cigarette   that   dangles   from   his   lips  .   With   each   word   a   cloud   of   SMOKE   escapes   along   with   his   breath  .   His   hands   are   busy   scrambling   eggs   that   have   long   passed   their   EXPIRATION   DATE  .   Tyler   Durden   said   he   trusted   his   senses   far   beyond   any   LABEL   stamped   onto   cardboard   boxes   by   a   FACTORY  WORKER  .    Amidst   his   multi-tasking   PERFORMANCE   he   turns   to   glance   at   the   preacher  .             ❛    What   I’m   saying   is  ,   your   friend   knows   all   about   the   meat   industry’s   unsavory   policies   towards   animals   and   all   those   people   in   Bangladesh   getting   paid   two   cents   per   day   to   sew   inspirational   messages   onto   her   T-shirts  .   But   she   CHOOSES   to  IGNORE  these   things  .     ❜            One   finger   points   at   him   to   UNDERLINE   his   point  .   The   same   hand   that   seems   to   accuse   Custer   is   the   exact   same   that   pulls   the   cigarette   from   his   lips   to   hold   it   as   an   OFFER   to   the   preacher   man  .   His   nostrils   expel   what   is   left   of   the   smoke   provided   by   the   tobacco  .             ❛    Why   can’t   she   ignore   a   bit   of   gratuitous   violence  ?  Is  it  because  the  blood  was  being   spilled   by   her   feet   and   not   in   a   slaughterhouse   down   south   ?       ❜        

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joining the minimalist theme life please standby 

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me: i love tyler du*rden also me: forgets the password / e-mail combo to this account for 100 years

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Gian Marco Sanna

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I wanted to be something else. Myself, but better. Wild, and not-yet, A burn, maybe as it is occurring.

Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment (Friday, July 8),” published in Bomb Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

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THIS ISN’T A SEMINAR, THIS ISN’T A WEEKEND RETREAT. WHERE YOU ARE NOW YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THE BOTTOM WILL BE LIKE. ONLY AFTER DISASTER CAN WE BE RESURRECTED, IT’S ONLY AFTER YOU’VE LOST EVERYTHING THAT YOU’RE FREE TO DO ANYTHING. NOTHING IS STATIC, EVERYTHING IS EVOLVING, EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART.     //     PRIVATE & SELECTIVE TYLER DURDEN FROM FIGHT CLUB – NOVEL & FILM BASED

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A QUESTION: would anyone fite me if i streamed fig*ht club later tonight??

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I wanted to be something else. Myself, but better. Wild, and not-yet, A burn, maybe as it is occurring.

Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment (Friday, July 8),” published in Bomb Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

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Everyone that walked through that door looked at Tyler like he was a LOST CAUSE. Like there was no SAVING him. That usually did not bother him; he was a man on a mission to HIT ROCK BOTTOM. All which society deemed WRONG or PITIFUL was what he strived to become . . . But when his FREEDOM was at stake, Tyler Durden couldn’t help but feel somewhat FRUSTRATED. All those men in suits with their briefcases and Italian shoes jumped to conclusions the moment they opened his file. The word “TERRORIST” was used a lot through those pages. Always in BIG BOLD LETTERS like a siren warning any lawyer who even DARED consider taking Tyler’s case that THEY COULDN’T WIN.    ——   And so they all ran with their asses between their legs. None of those men had ever stepped into a FIGHT CLUB. Therefore they would never understand the GOOD Tyler was doing.  She came walking in like a THUNDERSTORM. A lightening ready to strike anyone who dared to look at her for too long. He did. Big bulky arms crossed over a shirt which read “HUSTLER” obviously picked out due to its’ size rather than any aesthetic message it might have tried to convey.  She looked like a fighter; the type of woman who could shatter a man’s self-worth with a couple of sentences. Tyler arched his brow.  A good TALKER would get you very far when inside a courtroom.           ❛   You the new lawyer?     ❜        

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THIS ISN’T A SEMINAR, THIS ISN’T A WEEKEND RETREAT. WHERE YOU ARE NOW YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THE BOTTOM WILL BE LIKE. ONLY AFTER DISASTER CAN WE BE RESURRECTED, IT’S ONLY AFTER YOU’VE LOST EVERYTHING THAT YOU’RE FREE TO DO ANYTHING. NOTHING IS STATIC, EVERYTHING IS EVOLVING, EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART.     //     PRIVATE & SELECTIVE TYLER DURDEN FROM FIGHT CLUB – NOVEL & FILM BASED

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TYLERISMS. // PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG

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