Quotes by Taylor Rhodes

This city is yawning before me, but Im not tired.

Youre elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, theres a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.

We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. Its a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just cant help but feel like a very smallclam ina verybig ocean.

Id felt the pop of the needle sliding into my veins, like a fang into flesh. Id been enveloped in the golden haze where nothing is wrong even when everything is falling apart. A dance with a hypodermic fiend, my hands in the claws of a vulture.

you remind me of someone i knew. looked just like you but kind.

And then it changed. I wasnt letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I said its a shitty game and he didnt feel like playing by the rules anymore.

Im nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I cant clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, Ill let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds, wounds made of ink and stories.

Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body’s protecting itself, saying, “No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.