Knowing that this is what it means to live. That this love, this need is what drives us to push and fight and build and grow. That as long as there's hope and love in this world, there will always be the living.
Carrie Ryan
There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.
food life death lies haunting mother child mouth open calling silent flesh zombies skin creepy baby scream fat legs
Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.
life
You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.
life cry struggle survive laugh you fail safe succeed
But of course everything presses forward, even as we dig our feet against the reality of it all.
You're stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?
truth sarcasm
It's not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love.. That's what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the thunder and after a nightmare. When love is your refuge from the death that surrounds us all and when it fills you so tight that you can't express it.
young-adult ya zombies
We're both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.
human
You think you want love, Mary. You think it is this beautiful gift that does nothing but fill you and make you whole. But you are wrong. Love can be cruel and ugly. It can become dark and cause the deepest pain.
kindlehighlight
I realize that sometimes death comes before you expect it. That while we are rarely prepared for our friends, family and loved ones to die, we are never prepared for our own deaths. Never prepared to reconcile our own regrets.
It's as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.
I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.
death-and-dying loss
I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.
memories
Who are we if not the stories we pass down? What happens when there's no one left to tell those stories? To hear them? Who will ever know that I existed? What if we are the only ones left -- who will know our stories then? Who will remember those?
story mary
Survivors aren't always the strongest; sometimes they're the smartest, but more often simply the luckiest.
survival
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