"It has been sixty-four years since the president and the Consortium identified love as a disease, and forty-three since the scientists perfected a cure."
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn’t love. If we didn’t lose either. If we didn’t get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn’t have to patch and repatch until we’re like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow.
YA MEME: [7/10] series or books
Delirium Trilogy by Lauren Oliver: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem
It kills you.
When you have it.
And when you don't.
The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.
Love: It will kill you and save you, both
Omg idk why but I literally thought about this all day and like what if they made a Delirium movie and the trailer started out all hazy and unfocused with this song in the background and you hear a voiceover talking about how eradicating love will solve all of humanity’s problems and the cure and blah blah blah and then a montage of what life is like after people get the cure and you see Lena crossing off dates on the calender saying “only 93 more days, I can’t wait” and blah blah and then you see Alex and he’s saying, “They strip them of their emotions and freedom and their ability to love, and they dare call it a good deed, because they believe this is the way life is supposed to be. But then, I wonder if they ever question why we are born with the ability to love if it’s such a vile thing” and then everything just kind of slows down and stops and everything just kicks into motion and shit happens and at the end the music fades and you just hear Lena screaming “I can’t be cured now, I need more time, I NEED MORE TIME!!!!” and BOOM title, tagline, black screen, the end.
I love you the best way I know how
I’m a liar. I was lying even then.
The boy from the Wilds & the girl from the city
How could anyone who’s ever seen a summer—big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey—pick the snow?
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.