“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.” — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“I’ve never been with a boy who hasn’t seen me naked. It’s always the squeaky futon, bear-it-all, turn-off-the-lights quickstep. Don’t chalk it up to… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“I'd felt the pop of the needle sliding into my veins, like a fang into flesh. I'd been enveloped in the golden haze where… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“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… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“I'm nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can't clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I'll let you lick… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you that I… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he's been.” — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. I’ve never understood how being loved fully could change your… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“Moving on should be a required high school class because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.” — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“The smell of cigarette smoke in the air in a tavern that changes names often, a bar cursed because of a girl who died… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads back to… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
“And then it changed. I wasn't letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I… — Taylor Rhodes Copy Share Image
