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
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