Žydėjimas, Blossom (1974–1984)
Photographs by Romualdas Rakauskas
because I knew my therapist was right
and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart.
I think I like myself a little broken.
I’m ok if that makes me less loved.
I like poetry better than therapy anyway.
The poems never judge me
for healing wrong.❞
-Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
The last train, Mitja Kobal
