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Brad Pitt in Fight Club (1999)
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FIGHT CLUB (1999) dir. David Fincher
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You should join our club.
Brad Pitt as Tyler Durden FIGHT CLUB (1999) dir. David Fincher
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Who wants to give up on society with me & live in the woods in a cabin?
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“You are not your wounds.”
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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flow - don’t force
if it’s meant to be, then it’ll be
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I love that direct shit, tell me what u want .
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heres a joke: my father
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How could Tyler, of all people, think it was a bad thing that Marla Singer was going to die?
— FIGHT CLUB (1999) dir. David Fincher
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"And you open the door and you step inside. We're inside our hearts. Now imagine your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light...I don't think so! This is your life, good to the last drop. Doesn't get any better than this. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your grande latte, you are not the car you drive.
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I say let me never be complete. I say may I never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may."
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