And I have Julian. I found him, and he followed me. I reach out in the half dark, wordlessly, and find his hands. We interlace our fingers, and though he doesn't say anything either, I can feel the warmth and energy passing between us, a soundless dialogue. Thank you, he is saying, and I am saying, I am so happy, I am so happy, I needed you to be safe.

That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.