“Sit". I gesture to the chairs. "I need to tell you something". "You adore me and are having trouble keeping your hands to yourself?" he suggests. "No". But my seriousness is lost on him. He sits and pulls me close.… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“I stand alone for several minutes, watching the shadows move across the stones. The mortar that holds them in place is coarse and thick,… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“She's made herself so artificial; it's okay to wear next to nothing because we aren't real people any longer.” — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you.” — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“where do you want to go? Back to violinist. I want to hear songs about suicide.” — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“Thank you for stitching me up" I say. "I seem to have a talent for it.” — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“Hours trickle by, and I wilt. The magic isn't here for me tonight. I can't get away from the heavy feeling of being me.… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“So there you are, drinking and taking drugs to the point of incapacitation, and you've been missing out on the best part of debauchery?"… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“Do the pamphlets follow the mood of the people, or do the pamphlets encourage certain opinions among the masses?” — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“I need some fresh air," I say. "Then by all means go outside. If it doesn't clear your head, it will probably kill you."… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
“Oh, high school and everything. The first day I met you, you were almost crying because those guys were teasing you, and it was… — Bethany Griffin Copy Share Image
