The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIThe spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIYour happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIYou know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIIf words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart I’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.
QUINN ZUKOWSKII need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIMy longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIIf you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?
QUINN ZUKOWSKIYou made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIIf fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIPoems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIWhen I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIA vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIThe death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
QUINN ZUKOWSKISkin is just the softest cage.
QUINN ZUKOWSKII’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIPain has one name but finds you through many.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI