❝Death is like rain. When it comes, you get drenched. When it passes, part of it sticks with you for a while. Some people get over it. They move on; get dry; forget. But so long as you let the storm keep coming, the rain won't ever stop. Then, before you know it, everyone is dead. Everyone including you. So get up. Stop worrying about the damned rain and start thinking about what's on the other side of that storm: Survival.❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ The people aren't quite people anymore. From here on out, you shoot to kill. Better them than us. ⠀⠀⠀⠀[ extended summary inside ] ⠀⠀⠀⠀the 5th wave | fem!oc x male!oc ⠀⠀⠀⠀olivia martin © 2015 (original ⠀⠀⠀⠀ver) & © 2023 (revamped ver) ⠀⠀⠀⠀( cover by me / @iydiamartin )

➳ " I called him 'Depression' because he was the living, breathing definition of the very word. " ➳

THEY SAY THE RICH LEAVE THE POOR TO BURN, but sometimes having it all is really the malicious way of the universe tearing you apart, cell by cell, atom by atom. It takes the little things first, so that you only feel a nagging sensation, but then it's in chunks and chunks and chunks until - © 2017, michelle