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

... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us - they were human, and so were we.

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.

I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?