Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn’t say it. This… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
