The Bones Beneath My Skin

by T.J. Klune

You won’t understand. At least not right away. And that’s okay. You may even think I’m a liar, and that’s okay too. All I ask is that you listen until the very end before passing judgment. I have a story to tell you. Of a place under a mountain. Of the minds of men. Of what it means to be human, to make a home out of a place where one should not exist.

You’re not toast. Bread doesn’t have a choice. You do.”

I’m using this on people.

“I can like dolls and study UFOs at the same time. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m not capable of deciding what my interests should be.”