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    12 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 94

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    He’s not dead, I tell him. Indignance warping its way on my bloodied face.

    “Might as well be,” Tyler spoke during another inhale, his voice strained, “You’re one fucked up little thing aren’t you.”

    And it is times like these which make me want to slam my head against a hard surface. Tyler Durden enjoys playing with people. He likes the thrill of always having a certain power of a person whether that is physically, emotionally, or intellectually. He especially enjoys saying things to me that will leave me feeling lost and unsure of his opinion on me. It is times like these where I kick myself in the heel because I know that despite how stupid and small he makes me feel, I will always come back for more. Before Tyler Durden, I couldn’t sleep. When someone has insomnia, chronic insomnia, they would give anything just for an hour’s worth of rest. Tyler knows this. He knows his importance to my situation. But Tyler Durden is cruel, and he will exploit this knowledge for all its worth.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    I’m rapidly coming to the realization that I don’t like fighting anyone other than Tyler. I’m putting words to what used to be an abstract string pull in my gut, telling me that what I’m doing isn’t really what I think I’m doing. This isn’t about the thrill of the scuffle, the catharsis I am experiencing is simply a watered down, repackaged dupe of the real deal. I am seeking a blow to my cheek that leaves me reeling so hard my body has no choice but to conjure up tears. There is a butterfly light thrill that shoots up my spine when Tyler twists his torso under mine and forces me off my feet with his entire body weight.

    These are dwindling highs. I need a higher dose every time, and there’s only so many ways to make lingering, full body contact as we try to beat each other into the floor. Fighting Tyler is losing its zeal, and I have no interest in any of the other idiots who crowd the basement every Saturday night.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    When Tyler Durden said, “You called me because you needed a place to stay, so cut the foreplay and just ask,” the key word was stay. Not sleep. Stay: Verb— to remain in the same place. So when I asked, Can I stay at your place? and he said, “Yeah,” I shouldn’t have aspired for any sleep because that was not the agreed upon verb.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    Here’s the thing about Tyler Durden:

    Tyler fucks like a porn star. Tyler fucks like it’s an Olympic sport, and he’s a five-time gold medallist. Tyler fucks like a well-oiled machine, which may or may not be a metaphor in this instance. Tyler fucks like a god.

    And Tyler never, ever holds back.

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    10 Jun 2026