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The feeling that to be a girl with other girls was not some sort of weakness, as they had been told, but a power, the best and luckiest power on earth

All in all, he’s somehow completely spectacular by being, technically, entirely underwhelming. Except I’m not underwhelmed at all. I am in fact, very, very whelmed.

None of them I realized were changing me in the moment, but then here, now, it’s strange - there’s like a bubbling in me. As though living inside my body there’s a trillion tiny little north magnets and he’s a big, old south one.

When did you know?
That I love you? He clarifies
I nod
Last Tuesday, he tells me, gaze unflinching
I roll my eyes “we met last Monday”
Yep

And I mean. I don’t know anything, except that I think God is the kind of guy who when someone dies, he’ll sit there and sift through every heartfelt thought, every drunken prayer, every desperate plea for help, ever Mumford and sons song that you’ve sung to look for a hint of confession that you believe in him

The God my mom thinks she serves-he’s so much smaller than who I think the real one is. The real one-to me, he’s everywhere, in everything. And sure, maybe he speaks through the Bible. But also maybe he speaks through Nárnia and Harry Potter despite J.k.rolling lately, and the trees, and science, and the stars, and black holes and the ocean and the way the sky looks sometimes, and you can feel it in your chest.

Here’s what I think, “people read the Bible wrong. It’s a diary of normal people, like us, from thousands of years ago, trying to make sense of the God they’d heard of from their ancestors. They didn’t write it for us to read it now. And I think people read if without true social or historical context, and they bring their own instead.

What with people like these idiot girls with bright eyes and full hearts, not a hair out of place but hearts in the wrong one. Girl like them who bat their eyes as they pick and choose from the Bible to create a world they’re comfortable to exist knowing,

Think about how being a “Christian” has so little to do with acting Christ-like now, especially these days, and especially in America. And I don’t what I believe. I think I believe in God, but now the one Maryanne and my mom claim to know. I don’t if there’s a PR team in heaven, but can you imagine the crisis management team these days?

I find it personally offensive that men look effortlessly sexy in the mornings, I really do

He’s got rings on his fingers and a few necklaces tucked away, and he is - without a doubt - the mist attractive man I’ve ever seen in my entire life, so much so that I am immediately sure he is gay. That’s just the way the world works

It was important to recognize your privilege, yes. To show gratitude, to count your blessings. But it was also important to acknowledge and accept your pain, to understand that no matter how large or small your problems, your losses, your wounds - they are yours. And you’re allowed to feel them, the hardest loss will always be your own

The thing about Adelaide is that she felt everything. Truly, everything - except the things she most needed to feel.

She cried when she was happy and when she was sad and when the world get like it was all too much and her face was on fire and the only way to cool it down was to cry cry cry cry cry. It often felt selfish and irrational. She knew she was so lucky, so blessed. That there was no reason to cry. It didn’t matter; she would cry anyway

Adelaide would never be defined by Rory Hughes. He did not construct her character; she did that herself. But to say this night did not transform her life would be fallacious.