❝ If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors.
❝ It already smells like fall, and I’m glad, because the summer smelt like you.
—I’m glad you’re starting to disappear
❝ No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
—Clementine Von Radics