I didn’t know the grim reaper looked like Sid Vicious. – Jen
Well, if you’d let me explain before you went bolting outta the room, then you’d know, wouldn’t you? It seems to me that you’re quite dead. So I’ve come to collect you.” –Sam
the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are
So how exactly was I supposed to wrap my head around the whole thing? I wasn’t entirely sure I could trust this guy. I mean, this was it? Really? My life ends and some creep in a grungy leather jacket takes me away? No, I couldn’t accept that. -J...
I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die. I hate those crying dough women on TV because they are just like me, weak and broken and clinging to the hands that hold us under.
The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating
I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.
I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.
She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.
Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.
Heart condition? That’s rich. I guess you can call a heart not beating a condition.-PJ
