Ive Been Bed Rotting In A Decidedly Self Destructive Way Lately

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

I mean like I wanna write a fic around the Descartes concept of brain in a vat 🥴

Since y’all liked my niche fic meme so much here’s another one

it's the fact he says "i know you don't want this"

he never said we, or I don't want this. i love that he respects her boundaries until, and if, she ever gets ready to pursue this. plus, it makes for great tension.

anyways, carry on. another day of thinking about them

the kneeling, gazing into each other in horror and love and grief

"Leave him! Just, please, leave him alone!"

I’m leaving this here for me

nothing is better than a well-written heavy angst fic

Lol why was I so pressed??

Also why does she know so much about botany???