Fantastical Terrors and Terrible Fantasies

Sadistic, bite-sized marvels for everyone to enjoy.

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6:25AM

Up until this moment in time, I have never fully understood the extent of my obsession with you. Each thought insistently, consistently, loops its way back to something you once said or did, to things you make me feel, and it is daunting to step back and see - truly see - how much of me belongs to you.

Being in love is so dreadful, so intoxicating, and I pity anybody who has yet to experience its magnificence.

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Revelino

Tonight is the first time I see my grandfather’s face. The picture is grainy, but I can already see how much my dad resembles him. They both have the same jawline, the same mouth, and even the same eyebrows. I feel like crying because I feel as though I’ve been introduced to this dead man much too late, but there’s no point in this poignant sense of regret, so I just set the picture aside and move on.

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Stream Of Consciousness #2

You exhaust me.

You continue to be a disappointment, a failure, and an embarrassment.

You know the answer to your problem, but you insist on gorging on all this emotional turmoil when it takes just a tiny bit of self-discipline to eliminate everything you’re agonizing over.

You will never read this because even if you did, it would still be pointless.

I’ll talk to you again when you stop romanticizing all these fucked up memories of this fucked up guy.

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With stuff like Biology, practicals bore me. Unless we’re slicing up things like eyeballs or brains. One time, when I was cutting into this eyeball, it just kind of collapsed on me, and all the clear liquid inside of it just oozed out onto the chopping board thingy. It was gross, but at least it was kind of exciting. Looking at botanical gardens? How dull.
what I complain about on a Thursday night

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