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
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