we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

I'll be right here. (non-fiction: #34/poetry: #78)

And when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #31 Poetry: #90)

Though she be but little, she is fierce. -u.k.