... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way. — 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
