Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
T.L. MARTINSomewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
T.L. MARTINIt’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.
T.L. MARTINShe wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
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. MARTINBe you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.
T.L. MARTINI may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.
T.L. MARTINThere’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.
T.L. MARTINThe scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
T.L. MARTINFunny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.
T.L. MARTINThe darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.
T.L. MARTINLet your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.
T.L. MARTINMadness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
T.L. MARTINI never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTINHe was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
T.L. MARTINNot everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.
T.L. MARTINHe’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.
T.L. MARTIN