Status Updates From Что гложет Гилберта Грейпа?

'I look everywhere - everywhere but at the moon.' 🌓

'We are splintered and peeling. We rot.'

'It's the insides that count.' 💀🫀🫁🧠

'And now the creature from Michigan, a veritable cannibal with pillowlike lips.' 💀

'His skin is surely gone, and his heart and brain and eyes have turned to whatever it is they turn to. Dust, maybe. I'm told hair is one of the last parts of you to decay. The bones most certainly are still there, still rotting.'

'I stare at her trying to decide the most discreet way to murder.
I decide to smother myself, as it is my most immediate option.'