A Difference In ReligionDavid tells me what he is thinking sometimes, never prompted by any one thing, and never anything so complex. I know he has to water them down so that they can fit into words and I might be afforded this window of opportunity. It’s not that he himself is so complicated, but his thoughts, to me, must be like God; so far away from the things that I know that I cannot even imagine how they take shape. I once asked him his thoughts on the Bible and he claimed that he knew nothing about it, and though he may not have been telling the truth, it wasn’t a lie, and this is why I love him so completely.A Difference In Religion
There are times that I be
Heroin Chic for the WeakHe tells her not to smoke.Heroin Chic for the Weak
And you know what? That would be fine. That would be just fine and dandy and almost cute if only he weren't lighting one up as he said it. If only the very word 'smoke' hadn't come out with a puff of the white cloudy stuff. If he hadn't done ten worse things before breakfast . If his eyes weren't sunken. If his arms weren't bruised. If his fever wasn't running.
For a moment she forgets that she's always a little less outspoken when he's around, forgets that she's supposed to listen to him. The dirty look is on her face before she can feel the emotion behind it and he sees it and he grins hi
Molly's MonsterMolly had always loved Tom, she thought. She knew it was stupid and that she was sixteen and nothing she felt was valid. She wasn’t a real person yet, and she knew that, so she just waited and waited until she could have real feelings but for now she felt like she loved him.Molly's Monster
Tom was simple. Molly liked to think of him as a simple, basic person because that made him all the more mysterious. Being so simple made him mysterious. She made him this way in her mind and that made her feel good.
They were best friends. Tom called her that one day, his Best Friend. He said it like he knew all about best friends, as tho
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