Quotes by Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses

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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 qui — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. I’ve never understood how being lov — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where h — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget. — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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 — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads ba — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired. — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It's a powerful sound that practically yanks — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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 wher — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
And then it changed. I wasn't letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, b — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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 — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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, — Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses