#patrick bateman posting

[american-lover]

patrick shut your corny ass up 😭😭

[american-lover]

he literally did say that though

and then him and patrick kissed passionately

[american-lover]

happy pride month to patrick bateman

[american-lover]

everybody in this book is a Gay Loser

[american-lover]

patrick bateman is gay

DUH but if you were still questioning MIGHT I PRESENT TO YOU:

EXHIBIT PROOF

this line. the delivery. the context. the aftermath. he doesnt give a FUCK about these girls. he only watches girls shag because he gets to rant about his interests while they do it and then have a threesome with them and record it to prove to nobody how macho of a hetero man he is.

this exact thing happens TWICE in the movie and people are out there STILL adamantly denying his homosexuality. give it up dude he wanted paul so bad he had to kill him to get rid of the feeling. i hate this guy with all my heart and wish nothing but the worst for him ❤️🥹

[american-lover]

i was in the process of making my patrick bateman and paul allen dolls (to make them kiss) and there was so much superglue on my hands that i could peel it off in chunks and whenever i got more on my hands it was really hot is this normal or am i going to lose feeling in those areas

[american-lover]

i really love to treat american psycho and patrick bateman like these silly hahas that arent to be taken super seriously and then i reread certain parts of the book and im like "oh god he's just like me." and then it's not funny anymore

to clarify i do not mean when he's being an edgelord or a bigot or a murderer mostly the thinly veiled suppressed queer identity and bot knowing anything about yourself and wanting to fit in but being hashtag neurodivergent

"…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing…."

this ENTIRE quote is so hashtag relatable it makes my heart hurt