Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
T.L. MARTINHatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
T.L. MARTINDamaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
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. MARTINI desire very little, but the things I do consume me.
T.L. MARTINEva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.
T.L. MARTINI suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
T.L. MARTINBe you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.
T.L. MARTINThe scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
T.L. MARTINI felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.
T.L. MARTINBefore I found an outlet through sex and blood.
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. MARTINI can resist everything except temptation.
T.L. MARTINHeartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
T.L. MARTINDarkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
T.L. MARTINShe loved nothing more than a man who wasn’t afraid to test them. To test her.
T.L. MARTINThere’s nothing more dishonest than words.
T.L. MARTIN