“Those are my standards for me, not you. Besides, having a scar doesn’t have anything to do with perfection.” “Says the girl who’s a walking example of perfection. Paisley, you gotta see yourself in the mirror, right? You’re fucking gorgeous. Perfection of the female form with a brain that rivals any scientist and a work ethic that makes me feel like a couch potato. How can I show my faults to a woman like that?”
