More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
TO THOSE WHO FIND FREEDOM IN BECOMING A MONSTER WHEN DENIED THE SPACE TO BE HUMAN
People always manufactured excuses to deny us our successes.
Ballet was warfare,
Soon I’d be a name no one would forget. A raging fire they couldn’t escape.
The audience, my disciples, never tired in their devotion.
Girls like me weren’t supposed to get tired or fall apart. I was supposed to be exceptional, every time.
I spent too long fighting for scraps. Now that I had a chance for more, why should I be guilty? What did I do that others hadn’t in one way or another? My guilt would fade, I decided. Power and influence were the costs of belonging to this world, and wasn’t this what Joséphine intended? I deserved the world to bend to me for once.
Fuck pretty crown moldings while a star was missing from the sky. What did it take to make them remember us?
“Maybe I just want to be enough,” I said, my voice definitive and so sure for the first time in a long while. “You are.”
It’s tiring, carrying around so much shame, you know?
there’s strength in knowing when to walk away.”
“I’ll beg if you want me to,” he murmured, brow arched in offering.
YESSSSSSSS
“Go fuck yourself. I can’t wait to watch this place burn.”
I fed her to the beast, and the beast was me, and the beast was within me.
I was more than enough.
