“My mom used to say that’s why we have memory. And the opposite of memory—hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future. — 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
“I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
