I nod and start playing a game on my phone, grinning up at him. I get bored and push him off me, "I don't think it's good for me to have you sitting on me." I chuckled, setting a hand on my stomach.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod, "I know that. We have to learn about other religions too..." I muttered. I stared at the screen blankly, nothing coming to mind, nothing typed yet besides the essay title.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian