Go ahead, God, you fat, filthy motherfucker, lightning-bolt my ass into oblivion if you're so tough!
Jeri Smith-ReadyTag: god atheism lightning motherfucker
His soul's fabric was weaving itself with mine. I loved the frayed ends where it came unraveled, and I loved the strength at its firm, solid center.
I loved every thread.
I don't need to see you to know that you're beautiful.
Jeri Smith-ReadyWherever you are," I whispered, "I hope you're smiling.
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Instead I crawled next to him, snuggling close. "Zach, wake up."
"Can't. Sleeping."
I pressed my mouth to his in a full, deep kiss.
"Second thought, not sleeping.
For a short time, we’d become each other,
a little. Maybe that’s what people do
when they fall in love, mind, body, and
soul. Or maybe we were just weird.
Tag: shift
It's not easy being the Chosen One. Just ask Buffy Summers. Ask Harry Potter. And ask Zoey Redbird, the latest in this list of "lucky" candidates picked by fate to save the world from darkness- and oh yeah, find romance, keep their friends and maybe not flunk every class. In their spare time of course.
Jeri Smith-ReadyIt scared me to need anyone so much. if our souls became inextricably tangled, would mine still be mine? Did I care?
Jeri Smith-ReadyYou can't fight memories. They come whether you look for them or not.
Jeri Smith-ReadyI'll never forget you. I'll never forget your voice or your face or your dumb jokes. And i'll never forget your love.
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