“There will always be those who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don't see the part of you that smolders. Don't let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“It’s just so strange. You used to love me, and now you’re a stranger who happens to know all of my secrets.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“The day I bought my cane, I realized I was through with the burden of feet. Instead, I am going to become a mermaid. I have always liked the ocean, the promise of depth. I am tired of this dry world, all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields. I want to dive without drowning. I want to kiss… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“I pity the woman who will love you when I am done. She will show up to your first date with a dustpan and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces I left you in. She will hear my name so often it will begin to dig holes in her. That is where doubt will grow. She will look… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned. II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“Someday I will stop being young and wanting stupid tattoos. There are 7 people in my house. We each have different genders. I cut my hair over the bathroom sink and everything I own has a hole in it. There is a banner in our living room that says “Love Cats Hate Capitalism.” We sit around the kitchen table and… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“But my heart is an old house (the kind my mother grew up in) hell to heat and cool and faulty in the wiring… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
