Gracie

“I wanted everything. He wasn't saying it in words, but he was saying it in something like them: he wanted that too.”
― Eliza Moss, What It's Like in Words

“I would punish myself by pinching up fat handfuls of my thighs, my stomach, and twisting. I must have not done enough, not punished myself enough. My nails dig sickles into the padding of my palms.”
― Emma van Straaten, Creep

“There was no respite; it was me and my wild emotions and little else. I never needed to be alone with my thoughts again. And yet there was no end in sight.
Barring the museum reopening, which didn't seem to be anywhere on the horizon, I couldn't see a way out. I was trapped.”
― Morgan Pager, The Art of Vanishing

“I feel bruised; not my body, but my being, aching and soft and numb.”
― Emma van Straaten, Creep