anne bradshaw


       “Something I cannot name passes between them, and then Pip’s lips           are on Fee’s in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their                     fingers entwined in each other’s hair. And suddenly, I understand                 what I must have always known about them—the private talks, the               close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship.”


once upon a time there were four girls. one was pretty. one was clever. one charming, and one…one was mysterious. but they were all damaged, you see. something not right about the lot of them. bad blood. big dreams.

endless list of favourite books
↳ gemma doyle trilogy by libba bray

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.
A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.


gemma, pippa, felicity, & ann as greek goddesses

lady hope as athena (goddess of wisdom, courage, & inspiration) 
lady beauty as persephone (goddess of spring & queen of the underworld)
lady strength as artemis (goddess of hunting, wilderness, & wild animals)
lady song as a naiad (water nymph of bodies of fresh water & streams)


gemma doyle trilogy aesthetic

like the stars chase the sun
over the glowing hill, i will conquer
blood is running deep
some things never sleep

queen of peace by florence & the machine



Only If For A Night - Florence + the Machine

Paradise - Coldplay

Rabbit Heart - Florence + the Machine

Halcyon - Ellie Goulding

Strawberry Fields Forever - the Beatles

1901 - Phoenix.

they were all dreamers, these girls

(The Gemma Doyle Trilogy By Libba Bray)