Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
T.L. MARTINHatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
T.L. MARTINI might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
T.L. MARTINDo not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
T.L. MARTINA mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINI never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTINI don’t want to hide. Not from you.
T.L. MARTINCrawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
T.L. MARTINLife is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.
T.L. MARTINBut I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.
T.L. MARTINGifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
T.L. MARTINI’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.
T.L. MARTINI suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
T.L. MARTINShe wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
T.L. MARTINCome to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
T.L. MARTINYou are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
T.L. MARTINMadness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
T.L. MARTIN