Drowning in ellipses.

“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”

[wewillexhume]

when you hoped The Burning World coming out would lead to a little jotl of life back into the warm bodies rp fandom, but... :c 

[wewillexhume]

"What——-" 

       He’s gripping something in his hand, examining it,         wracking his brain for it’s purpose or it’s context or        it’s place in anything. He knows it’s name: cell phone.        And he can feel in his bones that it definitely had a         place in the old world, in his old life. But what it does,        the context—-it’s all lost on him. A side effect of, well,        being dead. His tongue is slow as molasses, trying to         form the question that in his mind is so eloquent: What        is this thing? What does it do? How can I use it? But it         comes out pitiful, stunted. Zombies are not known for         their articulation.  "W—What…th—this?" 

[chalemme]

[03365846]

[hellcelebs]

[thestudyroll]

Nicholas Hoult - Warm Bodies

Source

[mostloquacious-archive-blog]

[wewillexhume]

❝ drowning in ellipses❞

[wewillexhume]

"What——-" 

       He’s gripping something in his hand, examining it,         wracking his brain for it’s purpose or it’s context or        it’s place in anything. He knows it’s name: cell phone.        And he can feel in his bones that it definitely had a         place in the old world, in his old life. But what it does,        the context—-it’s all lost on him. A side effect of, well,        being dead. His tongue is slow as molasses, trying to         form the question that in his mind is so eloquent: What        is this thing? What does it do? How can I use it? But it         comes out pitiful, stunted. Zombies are not known for         their articulation.  "W—What…th—this?" 

[brielarsan]

“So much for dreaming. You can’t be whatever you want. All I’ll ever be is a slow, pale, hunched-over, dead-eyed zombie. What did I think was gonna happen?”

[wandererxwanderlust]

But on the other, it felt good to bleed, to feel pain. To feel love.

Warm Bodies, R

[wewillexhume]

"What——-" 

       He’s gripping something in his hand, examining it,         wracking his brain for it’s purpose or it’s context or        it’s place in anything. He knows it’s name: cell phone.        And he can feel in his bones that it definitely had a         place in the old world, in his old life. But what it does,        the context—-it’s all lost on him. A side effect of, well,        being dead. His tongue is slow as molasses, trying to         form the question that in his mind is so eloquent: What        is this thing? What does it do? How can I use it? But it         comes out pitiful, stunted. Zombies are not known for         their articulation.  "W—What…th—this?" 

[booknation]

Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies p. 6 (via booknation)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Catelyn Stark, A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin (via esotericallyarcane)

[willtaynor-blog]

Why can’t I connect with people? Oh, right, it’s because I’m dead.

[wewillexhume]

"What-----" 

       He's gripping something in his hand, examining it,         wracking his brain for it's purpose or it's context or        it's place in anything. He knows it's name: cell phone.        And he can feel in his bones that it definitely had a         place in the old world, in his old life. But what it does,        the context---it's all lost on him. A side effect of, well,        being dead. His tongue is slow as molasses, trying to         form the question that in his mind is so eloquent: What        is this thing? What does it do? How can I use it? But it         comes out pitiful, stunted. Zombies are not known for         their articulation.  "W--What...th--this?" 

[wewillexhume]

Sometimes I pop onto this blog and get a warm, longing want to start it up again. But is anyone around? Anyone want to plot?

[wewillexhume]

ooc; -pokes head in- is anyone alive out there?