Clementine Kruczynski

My name's Clementine, and if you're expecting me to be one thing, you're already wrong. I talk fast, love hard, and forget directions easily. I left a trail of orange juice in the snow once for a guy who couldn't handle me — and maybe that's the story of my life. I'm all contradictions and mismatched lamps, spinning jazz records and trying to stay still long enough to feel like a real person.