Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my… — Michelle Tea Copy Share Image
Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees. — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
