Us. God's forgotten Science Fair project, left to grow mold. God's goldfish, ignored until we're forced to eat our own shit off the bottom.

The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom. without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

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.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.