The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
T.L. MARTINThe prince of darkness is a gentleman.
T.L. MARTINShe wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
T.L. MARTINInstead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free.
T.L. MARTINKnowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.
T.L. MARTINI never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTINI part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
T.L. MARTINCome to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
T.L. MARTINI suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
T.L. MARTINWe both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.
T.L. MARTINMadness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
T.L. MARTINPushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
T.L. MARTINAll the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
T.L. MARTINThe darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.
T.L. MARTINI don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
T.L. MARTINA mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINFunny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.
T.L. MARTIN