The Mountain Lion: It Isn't A Theory
Why The Books Called ''The Secret History''
Richard Papen: The Master of Illusion
#1 Charles is Innocent: Fucking Damnit!
#2 Okay I Lied, Charles Isn't Innocent
Julian Morrow: ''Honesty Is A Dangerous Virtue''
Henry Winter Wasn't In A Car Accident.
What Led To Henry Winters Death
Bunny Corcoran: Neglect In Plain Sight
When the Hare knows the Devil is out Hunting. [Bunny Analysis]
TSH Fanfic Concepts I Think About Sometimes If you have a theory or take or whatever the fuck—comment down bellow! If it's intriguing enough I will see if I can either 1) Disprove it or 2) Prove your theory without a shadow of a doubt (Obviously the commenter will be credited!) I want to do a post on Francis, but haven't found anything compelling enough about him to spur on an analysis. [ Links will be added as I post ]
oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society
i need this, this is much more dramatic than a thermos
1920′s Traveling tea case. From America in the 1920′s, FB.
more of an idea of a person rather than an actual one
Henry Marchbanks Winter is so funny without trying to be. He’s like, “Turns out our Shakespearean poison drama won’t work. In light of that, we will be instead shoving him off a cliff.”
guys turns out i just had undiagnosed NPD
whole life convincing yourself that you’re emotionless, cold and unbothered only to realise many years later that you created that version of yourself because in reality you couldn’t bare the thought of being vulnerable in any way
and when you finally realise that it’s not something to be proud of you also realise that it’s too late to re-learn everything
you feel great shame because you finally see that you weren’t actually strong - all of it was a weakness. the thing you hated the most. you couldn’t embrace it
and worst of all - you realise that you’ve become exactly like the person who hurt you in the beginning
feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.
whole life convincing yourself that you’re emotionless, cold and unbothered only to realise many years later that you created that version of yourself because in reality you couldn’t bare the thought of being vulnerable in any way
and when you finally realise that it’s not something to be proud of you also realise that it’s too late to re-learn everything
you feel great shame because you finally see that you weren’t actually strong - all of it was a weakness. the thing you hated the most. you couldn’t embrace it
and worst of all - you realise that you’ve become exactly like the person who hurt you in the beginning
(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)
really the meaning of life is when a singer stops singing and the crowd knows every single word
•there are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship•
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