Clipped Wings (Clipped Wings #1)

Any kind of modification, whether it’s to alter physical features, like cosmetic surgery, or to decorate, like piercings and tattoos, cause some degree of discomfort. But that’s the point, isn’t it? It’s cathartic because it’s the promise of change in some form or another. My tattoos give the memory related to the art a place to exist outside of my head, on my body. At least that’s my interpretation, but not everyone feels the same way I do.

Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.

but the more ink he added, the more vulnerable I felt. There was a chance I might shatter if I revealed too much.

Do you really think you can order me around?” He crossed his arms over his chest in a show of dominance.
“I have more cupcakes in my apartment. You can have them if you fix this tonight.”
“Are you trying to bribe me?”
“Is it working?”

Do you think I’m too broken to be fixed?” The

Everyone has scars, Tenley.
If we're lucky, they're only on the outside".

Everyone has scars, Tenley. If we’re lucky, they’re only on the outside.

From a single glance it was clear that he was fearless, unchained and unfettered by the confines of what society deemed acceptable; Hayden embodied everything I wasn’t but wanted to be.

Getting to know the man underneath would never be easy. And yet here he was, letting me in, hoping I would do the same.

Hayden embodied everything I wasn’t but wanted to be. I spent my entire life trying to color inside the lines, only to wind up restrained by them.

His armor of ink and steel protected him; it kept most at a distance.

I can’t change it. It’s part of who I was. Past tense. All I know is that I want you, all the fucking time, every day, endlessly. I don’t know how to deal with that. I don’t know how to make sense of it without overwhelming you, and I don’t want to tell you anything that’s going to jeopardize it.

I don’t want to be alone anymore.

I hadn’t considered the possibility that I might find someone who would understand what I had endured and want me anyway, even though I wasn’t whole.

I had spent the past ten months cultivating solitude, but now I wanted contact, physical and emotional.

In the weeks since I first met her she’d managed to break through my armor, getting under my skin. I’d let my guard down.

I want you, only you, all of you, for as long as I can have you.

I was petrified of what he made me feel. After having no one for so long, the possibility of filling the emptiness was almost unimaginable.

I was starting to think of her as mine. For the first time in my life, I wanted someone for myself. And I would take her any way she came.

June Cleaver fused with a Suicide Girl.

my attempt at juvenile humor. “She wants a tattoo,

Only you, I whispered, the truth in those two words more devastating than he could understand. I was so lost in him.

We were both slaves to the guilt we harbored.

You don’t usually work Mondays, do you? What about Tuesday?
I grinned. She knew I didn’t work on Monday. That meant she was aware of my schedule. Nice. We were both creepers.