All I see scares me.
Große Lieder schreiben wollte ich immer, nur passte nie der Klang meiner Stimme.
"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."
"She never utters a sound even when she’s crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn’t seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop."
"No, I’m not okay. But I haven’t been okay
since I was eleven, maybe twelve. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough."
Clementine von Radics