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It was the kind of thing she heard all the time. It circled back to her looks, as most snide comments did. Surely a pretty blonde girl had to be shallow and dim-witted.
Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale
— She’s in the
window in her pink
dress, radiant, transparent,
lost —
I love the golden gleam of your blonde hair that sits above ocean blue eyes.
Like the sun permanently suspended over the horizon, kissing the sea but never sinking below it.
You are my beautiful sunset.
C. Rose (via wnq-writers)
Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else. Oh, it was a funny old world.
Liane Moriarty, Big Little Lies
She was too pure for life,” he said sadly. “Too pure and too good and too beautiful.
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
She bore down on him, as beautiful and dangerous as a summer storm over the lake.
Cinda Williams Chima, The Wizard Heir
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via quotemadness)
The power of a pretty girl… totally unquantifiable. But this much is certain: there is nothing a beautiful girl in the West cannot have, for a time. And I don’t speak from any far off hilltop–I’m as much a sucker as anyone. I’ve risked everything for a certain look, for tapered fingers or a particular mole. So I hear you when you say it’s not what she says, not what she does, that it’s on her. It’s something she wears and however skin deep it may be on her, it penetrates you right to the marrow. Pretty girls lie at the centre of straight culture, dyke culture, fag culture. They sell everything, they buy everything, they ruin great men and women, and finally they ruin themselves, accidentally, simply by getting old. I think about them. Sometimes I want them and sometimes I worry about them–even though it’s not my business to do. I wonder about them. I wonder if you are the pretty girl in question. I wonder what you do with a power which, though potent, makes you vulnerable to every probe, every demand, every infiltration? I wonder what you do with a power that turns you into an open atlas upon which any idiot can map their own route?
Zadie Smith, right on the $$$ (via a-witches-brew)
I once heard a story about a girl who requested something so vile from her paramour that he told her family and they had her hauled off to a sanatorium. I don’t know what deviant pleasure she asked for, though I desperately wish I did. What magical thing could you want so badly they take you away from the known world for wanting it?
Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties
