“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 entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness of it, and the longing… — 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 of a drug overdose in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox; chose… — 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
