I’m not one of those writers who wants to make things sound pretty.

I want them to sound real.

I want to share the grit, the terror, the fucking scabs of life.. I will force feed you heartbreak, happiness and deceit.

I write to invoke traumatic deja vu or the smell of your lover dried on your skin not butterflies and eloquence.

I, myself, am messy, raw, chaotic and dark.

And this is how I tell my story.. this is how I make you feel it with me.

LL~

#thebloodandthebones

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