❝I played with fire when I was a kid. I ran my fingers back and forth in a candle flame, seeing how close I could get, how slow I could move, before it would hurt. I thought it was beautiful, the way the flame would dance when I moved quickly, the way it would flicker in place when I went slow, like it was unsure it really belonged to this reality. But when it started to hurt, the fire wasn't stunningly beautiful anymore. It was a monster; a hungry, greedy monster that bit into my fingertips with a vengeance fueled simply by its own destructive nature. So yeah, I like you. Maybe I like dangerous things. But not enough to let them hurt me.❞ - thoughts-into-ink (via tumblr)
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