People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.