Sixteenth Notes Quotes

“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, 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. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.”
― 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 where nothing is wrong even when everything is falling apart. A dance with a hypodermic fiend, my hands in the claws of a vulture.”
― 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 back to laugh or cry, I'm not entirely sure which. But the scream shook the golden sunset, bringing it to its knees.”
― 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 loved fully could change your entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness of it, and the longing and the frothy, violent bits. The mixed up, rained on parts. The escaped bits that smudge and bleed through. Slowly, I am coming to terms with how vulnerable I am to you, flat on my back like a submissive wolf pup. Daisy petals line your eyelashes, juice of a nectarine flavors your tongue. The side of your mouth twitches, hazy dreamscapes overtaking your mind while we bathe in the glorious autumn devastation.”
― 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 a drug overdose
in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox;
chose “Angel Band” by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar,
ordered a soda, you wanted a whiskey on the rocks.
We saw the coal miner who moved here from West Virginia
knocking back liquor like I drink sweet tea.
No one asked why he was so solemn today.
It was warm. It was relatively quiet.
To anyone else, this place could feel sinister.
But to us, it was freedom. It was a hiding place.
No one was ever here long enough to know us.
And we liked it that way.”
― Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses

“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 “daddy issues.”
Maybe I’m sick of keeping private parts private.
I don’t want rainwater secrets on my lips, tasting of “don’t make too much noise”.
October’s dust in my lungs, maybe I don’t want bits of four AM lingering in my subconscious.
Smokers breathe in fire, coat their insides in ash. Is that suicide or arson?
Listen to me, listen to me. I’m alive. I’M ALIVE.
I’m naked and bruised, but I’m alive.
I’m not a piece of fruit. Don’t press into my flesh, looking for soft spots.
My whole body is tender and rotten, but I’m alive.
I’m alive and just because you can see it all, doesn’t mean you know it all”
― 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 that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.”
― 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 the tears right out of you.
Sometimes, you just can't help but feel like a
very small
clam in
a very
big ocean.”
― Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses

“Moving on should be a required high school class
because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.”
― 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, but like I said it's a shitty game and he didn't feel like playing by the rules anymore.”
― 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

“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 the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds, wounds made of ink and stories.”
― 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 he's been.”
― Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses