We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.

It's human nay-cha...For me to sperminay-cha.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow

When I'm at school in the city, I don't feel particularly worldly or wise. It's only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.

I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)