My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the… — Leslie Copy Share Image
When I was a kid and I would play pretend, I would end up with blood everywhere and I would cut my… — Austin Butler Copy Share Image
“I wonder if he sees the blood of someone who cut themselves while carving out their soul. Or if he's imagining what… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
