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“That's what I hated thinking about the most. Oblivion. Nothing. Forever. As unfathomable as the universe around us stretching endlessly, impossibly big, horrible, terrifying... Being alive scared the shit out of me most of the time, but being dead would be so much worse.”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
“Tinkering had always come easily to Nate, but he'd never done it like this. Severed a thin wire, a warm thread between his heart and another. It hurt far more than being bitten by the jagged edge of a live wire.”
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“We are all made of liquid and slippery organs. Life was improbable. Fragile. It was only a matter of time before something ripped us up and ruined us and we died. It didn't take anything for me to kill the shrimp. Soft, terrible.”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
“Rage formed a tight, burning knot in my chest. I wanted to scream at him. Wildly. Violently. My anxiety wasn't fascination. And Dad's condescending tone fueled my unhinged anger. I wasn't acting out for attention. Not now. Not ever. I thought about death when all I wanted was live normally, free of its shadow and awful finality of it. The forever of it. The decay. My mom and dad and me and everyone we'd ever meet burned to ash or rotting in the ground forever and ever and ever.”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
“It's not my fault you didn't think any of it was weird. Who lives in the mangroves? In a bathing suit?"
"Why would I think you were dead?" I shouted. "Ghosts aren't real!”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
"Why would I think you were dead?" I shouted. "Ghosts aren't real!”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
“The water rippled around her. I hated it. It didn't make sense. Dead girls shouldn't displace water. Or cry.”
― The Immeasurable Depth of You
― The Immeasurable Depth of You





