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, For All the Girls with Messy
Hearts
