Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

I got nineteen years with your mom. But do you think I would’ve turned down the idea if I’d known I’d only get one year? Or one month?…There’s no benchmark for how life’s supposed to...

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

I’d like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts” -Warm Bodies

She hugs me. It’s tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer...