{"quotes":[{"text":"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 Virginiaknocking 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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["adult-nonfiction","diary","freedom","journal","love","lust","memoir","nonfiction","running-away","self-discovery","self-exploration","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes","young-adult","youth-nonfiction"],"id":6206,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["drug-use","fear","heroin","recklessness","regret","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes"],"id":77421,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["adventure","coming-of-age","self-exploration","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes"],"id":167232,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["care","exploration","gentleness","intimacy","love","lust","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes"],"id":179642,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["adventure","coming-of-age","self-exploration","sixteenth-notes","sunset","taylor-rhodes","youth"],"id":317769,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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 smallclam ina verybig ocean.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["born-again","discovery","freedom","insignificant","memoir","new","revolution","self-discovery","self-exploration","sixteenth-notes","smallness","taylor-rhodes","young-adult-nonfiction","youth","youthfulness"],"id":426172,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["friendships","growing-up","learning","losing","loss","love","memories","moving-on","moving-on-and-letting-go","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes"],"id":436290,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["freedom","humanity","recovery","relapse","scar","scar-tissue","self-discovery","self-exploration","self-harm","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes"],"id":440957,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Taylor Rhodes","tags":["gentle","love","sixteenth-notes","taylor-rhodes","tentative","understanding"],"id":459640,"author_id":"Taylor+Rhodes"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":9,"pages":1}}