𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 / 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚.

If you tell me to fight like a girl. I will. I will show no mercy and rain havoc on everything. I will rage and burn. After all, you asked for it. I fought like a girl.

sometimes i feel like there is something else in the place where my heart should be. i wonder —  what sight awaits you if i strip myself of all the smoke and mirrors and peel back my ribs, bare all that which lies beneath, the thing that shies from human eyes? will you find yourself staring into a bottled-up inferno or face-to-face with charred, black ruins, the remains of a girl who once knew how to love?

they teach you to love hunger; to turn your stomach into an unfilled grave so you will always have enough space to bury things : homelands, war zones, nightmares, black eyes, broken ribs, love letters, fathers.

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

you’re a forest fire with dangerous eyes and a treacherous heartbeat

(…) a burnt child loves the fire.

I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

I brought a knife to the gunfight. I am the knife / I am all blade.