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I hate tcc.......

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Привет🛁! Я твое мыло, которое ты оставил в ванной.🧼 Мы не виделись уже несколько месяцев и я с нетерпением жду нашей встречи! 🛁

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dylan wanted to die.

eric wanted to kill.

they sat side by side,

but looked in different directions.

for dylan, this was an exit —

a way out of the ache,

a way to erase himself from the world,

to finally stop feeling

like he was a mistake.

for eric, it was a plan —

a strike against those he believed

deserved to vanish.

he didn’t hide his hatred — he breathed it.

he wanted power.

he wanted to show

he could be a god

since no one let him be human.

dylan searched for peace.

eric — for destruction.

in dylan’s writings —

there were words about love, about emptiness,

about wanting to disappear,

about how painful it was to be who he was.

in eric’s journals —

rage, schematics, calculations,

pages full of fury and dreams of annihilation.

and yet — they aligned.

their loneliness overlapped,

their pain and anger became two pieces

of one terrible mechanism.

dylan was unsure.

he doubted until the end.

he wrote that he didn’t want to hurt anyone.

but he no longer believed

there was any other way out.

and with eric — at least it could end loudly.

he didn’t want revenge.

he just didn’t want to live.

and when emptiness eats you from the inside —

you’ll cling to anything that feels like meaning.

even if it’s terrifying.

dylan left because he didn’t know

how to stay.

eric left because he wanted

to be remembered.

and that —

is the most frightening difference.

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no one beat them up.

they weren’t victims — at least, not on the outside.

they smiled, joked, filmed videos.

their parents loved them.

everything seemed fine.

on the surface.

but inside — something crawled.

not fear. not rage.

disgust.

eric said people were blind animals.

that the world deserved to be erased.

he didn’t want justice.

he wanted emptiness.

dylan stayed quiet.

his sadness wasn’t loud — it was like fog.

he didn’t believe in revenge.

he just didn’t want to feel

like life was an endless loop of nothing.

they didn’t become this because of teasing.

not because someone hit them.

but because they believed in nothing —

except each other,

and the chaos they could unleash.

they weren’t looking to be saved.

they wanted to disappear.

loudly.

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DUUUUDE OMFGGGG ALL YOUR CONTENT IS SO GOOOOD

THAT LAST POST ABT ERIC AND DYL LITERALLY KILLED MEEEE

IM GONNA CRYYYYYY😭,,,,,,,, THANK U SM

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eric saw the world like a blueprint.

sharp lines. strict angles. everything had its place or it was wrong.

he didn’t laugh unless it was cruel.

he didn’t speak unless it mattered.

his room was quiet, even when music played.

dylan lived in the blur between thoughts.

he carried silence like a weight.

his hands shook sometimes, but he hid it in his sleeves.

he wrote things he never meant to show anyone.

mostly, he just didn’t want to feel so heavy.

they weren’t friends like people imagine friends.

they didn’t joke about girls or sneak out to party.

they sat together in rooms full of nothing,

and in that nothing — there was something.

“do you ever feel like you’re already dead?” dylan once asked.

eric didn’t answer.

he was cleaning something, wiping the metal like it deserved respect.

sometimes dylan asked things like that just to hear if silence changed.

they didn’t say “how are you.”

they said:

“you printed the map?”

“your mom’s working late?”

“check the wire gauge again.”

sometimes music filled the space.

loud, industrial, angry.

the kind of sound that didn’t ask you to sing — just to disappear into it.

eric moved to the beat like a machine.

dylan closed his eyes and mouthed the lyrics like prayers.

they made lists.

they made rules.

they made promises that tasted like metal and fire.

“you can’t feel sorry for them,” eric said once.

“that’s how they win. they make you feel.”

dylan nodded.

not because he believed,

but because he didn’t know what else to do.

there was a kind of gravity between them.

not love, not hate — something heavier.

something that pulled them downward,

slow, steady, final.

no one asked why.

no one tried to stop them.

or maybe they did, and just weren’t loud enough.

two boys

one plan.

no way back.

just the sound of breath and code and countdown.

not madness.

not even revenge.

just silence

so thick

they thought they could finally

breathe

inside it.

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andre JERKING it

uncensored will be in the google drive im bout to upload

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In this world, there are only bio-wastes — people incapable of doing anything real.

they are all soaked in this so-called “love for the world.”

their thoughts are basic.

all people want the same thing: love, kindness, warmth.

they call it “love for the world,” but in truth — it’s fear.

fear of reality.

vio-waste isn’t just weakness.

it’s the refusal of one's own will.

it’s the betrayal of personal desires and ideas.

everyone dreams the same: finish school, go to college, fall in love, get married, have kids — then die.

what’s the point?

everyone is born just to die.

we weren’t born for love.

we are part of the foul anatomy of humanity.

and that is our superiority.

we feel disgust — and in that, we are purified.

to live is to die.

let them rot in their comfort zones, imposed by society and sold as “duty.”

but what duty?

you’re just a piece of flesh.

every one of them, even if they do something “right” — will they be remembered?

no.

In this world, you have to do something real to be seen.

to have your photos printed in school textbooks.

to have your case used as an example.

“I just knew — they would be proud of this.”

we weren’t born to love humanity.

we are its reflection.

its disgust.

love and hatred.

beauty and decay.

we are narcissists.

sadists.

mirrors of the era.

april 20, 1999

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GOD I LUV THIS ART

i need a cal to my andre…💔

might be zero day posting for a while this is my new fav movie

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dylannnn ▄︻デ══━一

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cal is literally an angel

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the relationship between andre and cal is built on mutual understanding and support. their connection may be the result of a shared sense of alienation from society and a search for meaning. they reinforce each other's beliefs, creating a closed world in which their plans seem justified.

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haiiii its foxfever… uploading this again bc my acc has disappeared and this was my most popular post,, what else should i reupload

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RACHEL SO BEAUTIFUL (my wifeeee xdd)

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headcanons on cal gabriel

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sometimes he forgets to eat

he is an experienced manipulator

cal often takes walks alone, especially late at night, to process his emotions. the silence and darkness feel freeing to him

if he lived in 2025 he would listen to alex g, jack stauber and mccafferty