I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)

by Jamison Shea

We were desperate to be the girl who dies, always. Eager to show how dolefully we danced, how prettily we perished, in every ballet, at every audition. In every room was a chance to have our graceful suffering acknowledged.

I didn’t see a world for me without my art in it, where I didn’t live this beauty and torment every single day.

“In fact, there’s strength in knowing when to walk away.”

burn it by agust d ???? ever heard of it ????