#dead

They were all looking at him with an unpronounceable hunger. Actually it was a lot like the faces you see in porn, but with less certainty of the course of action. It was as if they couldn't decide whether to fuck him first, and then eat him, or the other way around. Except that probably wouldn't work as well. ↗

— Amelia Beamer

#zombies #love

Feelings of any kind are not known to the walking dead. Every form of psychological warfare, from attempts at enraging the undead to provoking pity have all met with disaster. Joy, sadness, confidence, anxiety, love, hatred, fear—all of these feelings and thousands more that make up the human “heart” are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity’s greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever. ↗

— Max Brooks

#human #living-dead #zombie #love

The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea’s trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only bloody pink underpants. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#dead-body #full-moon #serial-killer #love

Michael should have tried. Jana hated him for not being Romeo. She loved him with all her heart and hated him just the same. He should have killed himself over her. "Dammit, Michael, love me!" Jana said out loud. The words flew from her heart. They were the colour of blood. "Love me, love me, love me! ↗

— Randy Russell

#jana #michael #love

Enamórame día a día y cuando te marches serán tus recuerdos serán los que me sostendrán hasta mi muerte ↗

— Manne Van Necker

#love #lovers #pure #love

Enamórame día a día y cuando te marches serán tus recuerdos los que me sostendrán hasta mi muerte ↗

— Manne Van Necker

#love #lovers #love

When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are left behind have to embark on a different life, since the dead are no longer here to help us deceive ourselves. ↗

— Yiyun Li

#dead #death #deception #falsehoods #lies

The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#death #james-bond #death

There are seven deadly sins, not just one, and Christianity's understanding of marriage and chastity is intimately bound to its views on gluttony, avarice and pride. (Recall that in the Inferno, Dante consigns gluttons, misers, and spendthrifts to lower circles of hell than adulterers and fornicators.) ↗

— Ross Douthat

#marriage

A deadline gets a writer's work done done better and faster than any inspiration, if only because inspirations don't always come, but the deadline is always there. ↗

— A.A. Patawaran

#inspiration #time-pressure #writing #inspirational