• "I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks. You think you can tame me and cool my flesh? I am the girl who plays with matches, and trust me I play it well. Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving a pile of destruction in my wake. My heart is a bushfire and the next time you try to control me, darling, make no mistake—I will burst out and ravage you in flames. I’ll burn you to the ground." —Sade Andria Zabala Poetry
  • "And somewhere, a girl loves a boy with her dark hand" —Aracelis Girmay, They Tell Me You Are Gone
  • "I’m sorry that for every person that loves somebody another person just doesn’t want to. And sometimes we’re the lucky ones, right, we get to feel sweet truth in the night, the bodies we reach out to are miraculously there, but I know the despair that comes when they are not. I know the long nights and the doubt and the fear and that crawling back to a womb that just isn’t there. I know intensity’s address and the letdown that rents there. I’m sorry for it. It takes years off your life and it cannot be avoided." —Papergirl, Live "I Love You
  • "If a girl ever drives three hours alone to a bar where she’s too young to buy beer... she loves you, I promise, though I know she hasn’t said so." —Henrietta Goodman, This is How You Can Tell
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