Цитаты из книги the princess saves herself in this one

ah, life— the thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else blowing on dandelions & wishing ourselves into the pages of our favorite fairy tales.

silence has always been my loudest scream.

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?.

i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed. i’m much more scared of the boys with messy brown hair, sleepy eyes, & mouths that only know how to form half-truths.

the only thing required to be a woman is to identify as one. - period, end of story.

i’m pretty sure you have s t a r d u s t running through those v e i n s.   - women are some kind of magic.

fiction: the ocean i dive headfirst into when i can no longer breathe in reality. - a mermaid escapist II.

the princess locked herself away in the highest tower, hoping a knight in shining armor would come to her rescue.   - i didn’t realize i could be my own knight.

raid your library. read everything you can get your hands on & then some.   go on, collect words & polish them up until they shine like starlight in your palm.   make words your finest weapons— a gold-hilted sword to cut your enemies d o w n.   - a survival plan of sorts.

sticks & stones never broke my bones, but words made me starve myself until you could see all of them.   -.

all of the oceans & galaxies did not conspire together to create me just so i could reproduce for you. -Startling Fact #1.

he opened me up like a book & poured the poetry back into me. -my personal pen and paper.

the love some girls have for other girls is so gentle & so soft & so fucking beautiful, & these girls deserve to have better stories than the ones where they are murdered because they love with too much of their hearts. -love is never a weakness.

When I had no friends I reached inside my beloved books & sculpted some out of 12 pt Times new roman. -- & it was almost good enough.

it is strange how sisters can be saviors or strangers & sometimes a bit of both.

if you don't want to end up in someone else's poem, then maybe you should start treating people better for a change. - an unapologetic poet.

when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me. I may go, but I will leave behind all my thousand & one lives — a bookmad girl never dies.

you have been the star of each & every one of my nightmares. "- you left but you stayed.

a world where all human beings are taken care of shouldn't be called a "revolutionary" way of life & yet it is. -burn.

where do all the memories go, the ones we hide away with lock & key yet continue to shape us all the s a m e? "- did it really happen if i can't remember it?.

just because they don’t hit you doesn’t mean it isn’t abuse.   wouldn’t you think it a crime to look up at the night sky & tell the stars that they have no sparkle?   guess what? you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.   - emotional abuse is still abuse.

write the story. push your hands into the dirtiest parts of yourself. take the rot & decay & turn it into nourishment & life. water it & sing to it & show it sunlight. grow a beautiful garden from your aching & teach yourself how to thrive from it. write your story.

friend request from ........." a) the girl who said you were ugly. b) the girl who said your voice was off-key. c) the girl who refused to defend you. d) the girl who laughed at you behind your back & to your face. e) the girl who took your lunch money every day because she said you didn't need to eat. f) the girl who said you were "fat" even after you starved yourself to death. g) the girl who was supposed to be your best friend. h) all the above. -keep pressing ignore, lovely.

i am a lioness who is no longer afraid to let the world hear her roar -an ode to me.

if love is a battlefield, then i must have forgotten all of my armor at home. -a war i never agreed to fight.

you are not obligated to have children just because your body has that capability. you are so so so much more than the possibility of children. you give birth to oceans every single day. -your friendly neighborhood man-hater & child-eater.

the princess jumped from the tower & she learned that she could fly all along. she never needed those wings.

my boy? he is even better than books. -fiction has nothing on you.

he did not teach me how to love myself, but he was the bridge that helped me get   here.   - i thank the universe every day for you.

he promised to fix me & he left me more s h a t t e r e d than i had been before.   - but now i’ve got gold in the cracks.

you will think your parents are shatterproof until one day you find out they aren't. - what it really means to lose your innocence.

you may not have left (many) bruises on my skin, but you left giant blackberry bruises all over my soul.   - i still wonder who i would have been.

The pain did not make me a better person. It did not teach me not to take anything for granted. It did not teach me anything except how to be afraid to love anyone.

i had a big smile on my face as i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair -does the smoke still choke you?.

i hope you can find it in your heart to be proud of the woman i have become in spite of you.   - still hoping for sugar instead of salt.

i'm sorry if i wasn't the daughter you had in mind -i only ever wanted to make you proud-.

over the decades her books became such a part of her that the ink somehow escaped her veins & bloomed her favorite words & images onto her skin. now the world would have no doubt: she was the pagebound girl- page to skin.

your happiness comes before anyone else's happiness. -the real meaning of 'self respect'.

Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet.

when you're taught to see the world through fire, nothing looks safe.

if i ever have a daughter, the first thing i will teach her to love will be the word "no" & i will not let her feel guilty for using it. ⎻"no" is short for "fuck off.

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   -.

i used to think i was broken because i never once spent my daydreams plucking swollen pomegranates from someone else's tree. - then i learned that society is broken, not me.

death   wound   itself   around   her   bones   like   a   piece   of   red   ribbon.

you were in love with the idea of love, not me.

fiction: the ocean i dive headfirst into when i can no longer breathe in reality.   - a mermaid escapist II.

grief clung to her like an old, itchy, faded, ill-fitting, hand-me-down dress.

if he was my cup of tea, then you are my cup of coffee.   tea simply isn’t enough for me sometimes,   but coffee can get me through anything.   - did i make you up?.

when someone offers to save you make it your mission to save yourself.   -.

be wary of the boys who only ever tell half-thruths because they will only ever be half in love with you -slay those dragons.

the love some girls have for other girls is so gentle & so soft & so fucking beautiful, & these girls deserve to have better stories than the ones where they are murdered because they love with too much of their hearts. - love is never a weakness.

birds can't fly away when you clip one of their wings. you weren't satisfied with just clipping one of my wings. you tore both out from the root to make sure i could never fly anywhere ever again. - mother & daughter.

sticks & stones never broke my bones, but words made me starve myself until you could see all of them. -skin & bone.

i let myself know that my life doesn't have to be over just because theirs are & i went ahead & painted the sun back into my sky. I am allowed to live my life.

When I see your light pieces with my dark pieces, I begin to understand why they say opposites attract.

if you ever look at your reflection & feel the desire to tell yourself you’re not good enough, beautiful enough, skinny enough, curvy enough, then i think it’s about time you smashed that mirror to bits, don’t you? - use those fragments to make stepping-stones to your own self-love.

she was the pagebound girl. -page to skin.

fuck the idea / that there is / such a thing / as destiny, / that there exists / some kind of / mysterious master plan, / that there is a god who / simply / does not / give us anything / we cannot / handle. the pain / did not / make me / a better person. / it did not / teach me not to / take anything / for granted. / it did not / teach me anything / except how / to be afraid / to love anyone. i am / far too / young / to be so / goddman/ broken / & / if i could go back / in time / & give / myself / her childhood / back, / i would - what was the point?.

i would like to look into a mirror without inmediately looking away. - healing is ongoing II.

can't i just be a paper girl with a paper life?.

guess what? you shine brrighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.

How can someone be too young to be in love when we were crafted from ocean waves & starlight? -young love.

The princess jumped from the tower & she learned that she could fly all along - she never needed those wings.

he is even better than books.   - fiction has nothing on you.