The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Can you drive any faster?" Tohr demanded. "I got the pedal to the medal" The angel looked back. "And I don't care what I have to mow over

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… “I love you,” he said into the spray of the shower. “I… love you.” As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.