Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lazyteen)
In order to rise
From its own ashes
— Octavia Butler (via browngirlinorange)