#gemma

I know you adore Father, but he isn't the white knight you imagine him to be. He never was. True, he's charming and loving in his way. But he's selfish. He's a limited man determined to bring about his own end-" "But-" Tom grabs both my hands in his and gives them a small squeeze. "Gemma, you can't save him. Why can't you accept that?" I see my reflection on the surface of the Thames. My face is a watery outline, all blurred edges with nothing settled. "Because if I let go of that" - I swallow hard, once, twice - "then I have to accept that I am alone." The ship's horn howls again as it slips out toward sea. Tom's reflection appears beside mine, just as uncertain. "We're every one of us alone in this world, Gemma." He doesn't say it bitterly. "But you have company, if you want. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #imagination

I change the world, the world changes me. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #inspirational #world #change

Do you ever feel that way?" "Lonely?" I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it." He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have. "Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last. "What?" "Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another. ↗

— Libba Bray

#found #gemma-doyle #kartik #lonely #lost

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me. ↗

— Libba Bray

#stupidity

She went in the pool," she finished for me. "Ohmigod. She was killed while tweeting. It was Twittercide! ↗

— Gemma Halliday

#gemma-halliday #lol #social-suicide #twitter #twitter

I think you glow more when you embarrassed. Maybe that's how you blush. ↗

— Kat Falls

#gemma-straid #kat-falls #rip-tide #ty-townsend #life

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #girl #mirage #society #beauty

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills. ↗

— Libba Bray

#boarding-schools #gemma-doyle #humor #libba-bray #beauty

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible. ↗

— Libba Bray

#libba-bray #funny

You remember the word we said when we pressed our hands together, right?" I nodded. Forem. But what does it mean?" "Forever,” he said his breath shaky. "It means we're bonded together forever. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#alex