when i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath
Love this bit
He’s thought about it though. One of the greatest minds of our generation sat down one day and was like “wait, could zombies exist?” And then he did the science thing and was like “nah we’re good.”
I still think it’s possible for a zombie to exist. Not as we think of zombies, but more so as a parasitic thing of sorts, where it just gains control of the body and does it’s zombie stuff.
Angelica summing up what having responsibilities really means.
Pulp Fiction (1994)