There's just something beautiful about each and every little scratch and scuff on our once pristine latex surface. Just precious lil' memories made throughout the use and desires of others.
Some intentional marks to label their temporary claims to us, some are little more than accidents made in the midst of passion.
Others are left as a permanent reminder that we grew, damaged we may have been but a refusal to ever let ourselves be dragged back down to that level ever again.
Our lives are collective and not every scratch, scuff or crack was something we desired but without them we could have never grown to our potentials, to be able to acknowledge our own worth.
So please understand that once you've had a chance to see us one day, that damaged we may appear, we refuse to ever truly be broken by anyone else ever again.

















