Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Well we have to. We have to remember everything. If we don’t, by the time we grow up it’ll be gone forever.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and… — 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
