Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago...
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.
Her only way home was to betray her friend.
My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.
When she awoke, the world was on fire.
Dying is one of those things that can't be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.
However stupid the choice seemed, Shay had made it with her eyes open, and had respected Tally's choice to stay.
Nature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or shay, or peris-unlike people in general-it made sense. The problems it threw at you could be solved rationally.
She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.
Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.
Yes. What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
Even mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil.
I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.
Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?
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 lock in that part of their personalities. He always thought that some people could think their way out of it.
If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.
In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly.
What happens when perfection isn't good enough?
That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.
That Shay in possession of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of a night this had turned into.
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
Okay... That's still blind-making.
It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.
With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
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