The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I’m g-lyn and I addictive to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across lightly texture paper. My eyes squint against the lost of time within...

I don’t want to give too much ink to foolish men.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into...

I wrote you a love letter. I used invisible ink to show I was being transparent with my feelings. And also to hide my feelings.

Love is wind for the soul

…I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion – can you understand that?…

I love you, Ink, and I want you-only you. Being strong doesn’t mean I don’t want you too. You are the only person who knows every part of my life, every part of me in...

Oh, Narcissus! My heart beats ink for you.A pulse in every line.It’s your eyesmy words want to be read by,your kind of mindthey would be understood by,your heartthey’d be felt by,and then you’d feel the...

The book did not say anything about a statue, valuable or otherwise, and so I stopped reading about the Bombinating Beast and got interested in the chapter about the Stain’d witches, who had ink instead...

My heart’s scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

Writing has become more than just a profession, and hobby…it has become a way to express my feelings and pour my entire soul into the pages of my books. Thank God for the little things...