“But that, my dear, is how life is. You can try to fight it, but it will fight right back. Better that you should embrace it, learn from it. Accept the darkness, because it’s who you are. It’s who we… — Marni Mann Copy Share Image
“Accept the darkness, because it’s who you are. It’s who we all are. Some of us get lost in it…others wrap themselves in it and wear it like skin.” — Marni Mann Copy Share Image
“But heroin was my air. It had a hold of me like we were chained together. And those shackles weren't just around my wrists,… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“I was the mess who didn’t know how to get her head back on straight after her whole life had been turned upside-down.” — Marni Mann Copy Share
“We were held together by a connection of secrets, dark and fearful and reluctant to leave. They recoiled whenever light reached them. Their depth… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“If I tell you I want you, that means I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. If I ask for your body,… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“But that, my dear, is how life is. You can try to fight it, but it will fight right back. Better that you should… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“Accept the darkness, because it’s who you are. It’s who we all are. Some of us get lost in it…others wrap themselves in it… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“I wasn’t a prostitute; I was an artist who used her fingers to paint a fantasy that her body fulfilled. And when I was… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“There was a time in my life⎯not too long ago⎯when I was trapped. Pulled beneath the waves, into the hole I had climbed into.… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“Maybe I should stare at the sky more often. Maybe I should enjoy the night air instead of shielding myself from it from. Rather… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“I had witnessed his pain in motion; the way he had stroked over the sea fueled by something so similar to what fueled me.… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“Then, he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, “Don’t try to crawl away from me, Kyle. Now that I’ve started, there’s… — Marni Mann Copy Share
“We were two broken souls that had found each other amidst a palette of bold, beautiful hues. But our filling wasn’t made of those… — Marni Mann Copy Share
