Newt put his hands against the cool metal of the wall to steady himself as the lift jolted to life. His name. Newt. Floated in his thoughts.
But it didn’t feel right. It felt wrong. Like someone had broken into his mind and spray-painted it there, a scribble of graffiti.
Newt wasn’t his real name. Someone had stolen his real name from him. Like everything else. Everything. What made him … him.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he squeezed them shut, trying to picture his mom or his dad or his sister. His best friend. His dog.
Empty faces stared back, their eyes and noses and mouths scribbled from existence. Newt screamed, then stared upward. Waiting."
Do you think if you go to a different country you’ll be able to take off one of those layers? How many miles will you have to travel to be able to take it all off, Kieren Walker? (Season Two)
THE COMPOSER OF THE MAZE RUNNER’S SCORE JUST FAVORITED AND REPLIED TO MY TWEET FUCK
THIS IS THE MOST EXTRAORDINARY THING BLESS YOU
It’s called In the Flesh. It’s a wonderfully intuitive show and it’s about so much more than gay zombies it gets into your head and juST WOW. WATCH IT IMMEDIATELY.
"People like us, half of them think it will never work out. The other half believe in magic." Beginners (2010)