Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty. Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. Then dead pretty.
Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.
She scanned the captives, looking for Shay and David. The familiar faces in the crowd were haggard, dirty, crumpled by shock and defeat, but Tally realized that she no longer thought of them as ugly....
What happens when perfection isn't good enough?
It's just the way things are. she shrugged. It's no one's fault.Or everyone's.
Your father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain—Maddy glanced at Tally—and selfish. It only takes a twist to...
¿Debía contarle a aquel nuevo imperfecto que, esa misma tarde,iban a abrirle el cuerpo, a limarle los huesos para darles la forma adecuada, a estiraro rellenar algunos, a quitarle el cartílago nasal y...
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
I’m sick of the rules and boundaries. The last thing I want is to become some empty-headed new pretty, having one big party all day.
Just remember, the things we write, they aren't always really us.
Sprinkled across the black waters below were at least a hundred small boats set out to greet the , their navigation lights like shifting stars. Among them loomed a glittering cruise liner, her fog hor...
Let me get this stright, Aya-Chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie? -Frizz mizuno
Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
She wasn’t so much a writer as a thief.
Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.
Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away all that's left is some story in a history class.
Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun. We are ugly.
Maybe Flicker's power made her think differently than most people. She saw the world from so many perspectives, and seeing was half of enlightenment.
Zane’s costume surge had worn off; his lips returned to normal pretty fullness. Still, he always looked extreme in daylight. His face was all contrasts, his chin and cheekbones sharp, his forehead hig...
So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower, one whose smart walls had clever holes in them that could give her anything: food, a clique of fantastic friends, wonderful cloth...
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