Tl Martin Quotes

You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.

I desire very little, but the things I do consume me

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Two lines. Seven words. 'I’m so sorry. I’ll never give up.

Why would he call the cops if you’re just cleaning his house?” “Because I’m stalking him. I gotta go.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.

Sometimes I think people like you are the strongest of us all. The kind of person who can find beauty in anything. Who chooses to believe in love before hate. Who doesn’t just hope for happy endings, but has what it takes to create the happy ending. It’s so easy to be angry, to hate, to see the worst in a situation. But to actively choose to see the best? That’s where all the courage is.

His gaze, lowered toward the ground, slowly, leisurely drifts up, until it slams into mine with the heavy force of steel against steel. The green is back, emerald flames dancing behind clouds of black and grey. And with just that single look, his head slightly dipped, I know . . . Here, right now, I’m the one with all the power.

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have

She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire

Now no one has to know.” “Know what?” “About the damage, of course. You show people what they want to see, and they’ll never suspect what’s underneath.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way. It whispers secrets in my ear, telling me this is where I’m meant to be. It’s so certain, not a trace of doubt. And I think . . . I think it may be right.

You should be. I would tell you to run”— his strong hand clutches my throat, and I gasp as somersaults go off in my stomach—“ but I’d only catch you. And then I’d crush you.” “So crush me,” I breathe,

And maybe . . . maybe he’ll even get more comfortable having me around. Open up, wanna chat more, and we’ll become almost friends, or— “Hey,” he grumbles from behind me, “am I paying you to stand there and stare at the wall?” Yeah, too soon, Lou. Too soon.

Now I wonder if maybe allowing another person to give you strength takes a certain kind of strength in itself. To be able to lean all your weight on someone else with confidence in the knowledge they won’t drop you. How often does a person really find that kind of trust in another?

Embrace the glorious mess that you are

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive

We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us

I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage

My hand. Is on. His penis.

Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

When she turns to leave, the bottom of her slip snags on the bed frame, revealing a tight, round ass and tiny G-string. Shit. My throat tightens, my skin burns, and the energy pulsing through my veins spikes so fast my vision blurs. I blink, and she’s tugging at the snag. Another blink, and she’s twisting around, her bare, plump ass facing me head on. Another blink, and my hand is wrapped around her throat, pulling her slowly toward me and onto the bed. I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

We have no use for people who don’t want to be here

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names

Lips red as blood, hair black as night, bring me your heart, my dear, dear Snow White

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end

Art is a private piece of me

Today, I painted with blood

I don’t want to hide. Not from you

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there

God, can he see what he’s doing to me

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear

I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining

To threaten unleashing the demons of my mind forever and breaking me down completely. And time isn’t on my side. The longer I keep my past locked inside, the more difficult it becomes to contain. I won’t risk surrendering my control again. So I abstain. Like a fucking priest

Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole

If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it

I can resist everything except temptation

People don’t like it when the flame becomes a wildfire. Fuck them. Burn anyway

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are

Before I found an outlet through sex and blood

I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more

You will eventually lose control, and when you do—when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me

I’m here to serve him. I want him to use me. I want him to show me everything

Something tells me your master wouldn’t like finding you here

You think I don’t notice the way he avoids you? Not only would he let me fuck you, he’d sit back and watch. He doesn’t have the balls to touch you himself

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky

Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert

Kill them if you need to

Don’t play with the Devil, he always cheats

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you

Come back to me . . . even as a ghost, even as a shadow, a raven at my door, a scar upon my body— for it is in my trembling, shrinking heart, I hold the things we thought we lost

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me

So you see, I’m choosing our brotherhood over my own desires. Will you do the same

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember

Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you

Friendship. Hope. Trust

It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me

There is true life somewhere inside this body, claw your way through until you find me

It’s time to see what happens when I fly

Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push

I’m not a swan, for I am everything, you see? I’m not a dove. I’m only human with dreams of being set free. Won’t you fly for me

Doesn’t he know I want everything? And in return, I’ll give him all of me

Will you let me into that place so deep your darkest secrets hide with ease

I finally feel my wings? They’re not white and weightless, but black and exhilarating. Like they were made just for me

But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it

I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey

Love me like my demons do

Right now, she is my oxygen

Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember

I’ve had rough sex, gentle sex, some unconventional and everything in between. I’ve never considered myself someone who leaned one way or the other, because it was never the act I was after—it was the release. Those blissful moments of pure, blind ignorance an orgasm provides, shutting the world down around me

Instead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice

The man has no idea what real fear tastes like. Yet

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out

I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons

Art is art

Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise

And you can’t outrun something you can’t see

There’s no good that lasts forever nor evil that never ends

I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people

I thought I’d felt rage before. Now an inferno eats me alive

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love

A violent war wages inside his head, and it shows with every twitch, every clench, every ripple overtaking him. He doesn’t just blend in with the darkness surrounding us. He sucks it dry with every inhale then feeds it with each exhale. It’s madness begging to be released. It’s pain so forbidden you can’t cry

I want you to show me. I’m not afraid

I don’t want to be whole anymore. I want you to see my pieces

Love me like the moon intended. All the way through the darkness