“IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus.… — 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.… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I pity the woman who will love you when I am done. She will show up to your first date with a dustpan and… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“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… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“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… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“Someday I will stop being young and wanting stupid tattoos. There are 7 people in my house. We each have different genders. I cut… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“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
