Kindle Notes & Highlights
Dedication For the members of various marginalised communities who often do not feel safe and comfortable being who they are. Gemarine will always be a safe place for you.
Love this
Guilt would become a stoic tree within, watching weaker emotional empires fall. As ages passed by, it would remain until the last leaf wilted and she was no more.
So lovely.
Who am I kidding? I won’t see these purple curls turn to grey ice with time’s wintery breath. I’ll bleed out on a battlefield cursing the asshole who finally got the best of me.
Same, June
Even damaged hearts shaped by pain can grow to tame the snarling horde. All we need is time. So maybe time isn’t so bad after all.
Beneath it all, despite our differences, we are all the same. Our bones glisten like white gravestones under tender rain. Our flesh withers like a childhood dream caught in the wrinkled fist of reality. In the beginning we are thrust into this world, scarless and unprepared. In the end, scars are our second skin concealing the open fissures in our souls. We shovel mounds of dirt to fill the cracks, to make us whole again. But that same dirt will kiss the coffin we lie within—as we hide rather than heal.
