Heretics Anonymous

by Katie Henry

just because a person says something is true doesn’t mean it is, and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably trying to keep you from doing something fun.

If I didn’t know he’d devoted his life to indoctrinating impressionable children and never getting laid, he’d almost look normal.

I have three classes before lunch, which means I have three hours to forcibly insert myself into someone’s friend group.

“Well, if you’re going to ignore the fact that most of those women chose to die rather than do what other people told them to, then I think you’re pretty close to blasphemy.”

I don’t know why people assume shit like that. Like being an atheist requires some sort of tragic backstory.

The only thing more dangerous than someone who doesn’t care about the rules is someone who does—and wants to break them anyway.”

“Don’t forget,” he reminds us, “God invented sex. Like everything else on this earth, it’s one of His creations.” Yeah, well, then so is genocide. And mosquitoes. And tangled headphone cords.

Did this dude compare our virgin souls to masking tape?

skin is so mesmerizing, but it is. Probably because I’ve memorized and cataloged every little part of Lucy, and this is a new part. I sound like a serial killer. I hate myself. I love that sweater.

I keep expecting her to change her mind and walk out. Maybe I wouldn’t feel that way if she’d let me take her shirt off.

Ok, no. I’m sorry but that’s so shitty. The value of someone’s feelings shouldn’t be based on their willingness to get naked with you. If someone makes it very clear from the start that they aren’t interested in sexual acts then their significant other needs to understand and respect that.

He couldn’t drag an adult over an ocean. He doesn’t want me to act like an adult. He wants me to act like a doormat.

When you hurt someone, it stops being about you, or what you want.”

Our two-door fridge, constantly stocked with whatever I could want, never seemed important until now.

Mom keeps treating me like some kind of wronged political prisoner, bringing me sandwiches and apple slices with peanut butter.

Honestly I agree with Lucy. He’s got a fucking amazing mom and a dad that cares. He needs to realize how much they do for him.

I don’t understand how the St. Clare’s library can ban so many books for being “inappropriate” when they have a whole row of Bibles. Harry Potter might be a wizard, but I’m sure he never hacked a woman to pieces.