" I turned myself inside out over the phone, read you the words etched on my bones and I hoped for once they might settle your heart instead of speeding it up. And I know—I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws and matted fur but I’d hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy "

― Trista Mateer , Honeybee