“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.” FearRegretHeroinRecklessnessDrug UseSixteenth NotesTaylor Rhodes Book:Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses Source: 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.” FearLustRapeSexual AssaultSixteenth NotesTaylor Rhodes Book:Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses Source: Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses