You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

We Come From The Mentality, That Rarely Sees The Horror In Symmetry Or The Beauty In Non-conformity

My Experiences With Violence In Schools Still Echo Throughout My Life But Standing To Face The Problem Has Helped Me In Immeasurable Ways.

I Don't Want To Turn Any Of This Into Poetry / But / You're So Beautiful / Flowers Turn Their Heads To Smell You

Having Seen Ted From A Distance, I Always Thought If Ever There Was A Place For Someone Like Me, The Outcasts, People Who Maintained Who They Are Despite Being Told What They Were, It Was Ted.