Same old boring boring story America canโt stop telling itself. What is this sicko fascination? Every book and movie practically has to have a little, right? But why do you think all those runaways are on the streets tearing up their veins with junk and selling themselves so they can sleep in the gutter? What do you think the alternative was at home?
Francesca Lia BlockNo matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.
Francesca Lia BlockAfter his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.
Francesca Lia BlockIt seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
Francesca Lia BlockIt was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isnโt it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasnโt playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.
Francesca Lia BlockWe got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.
Francesca Lia Block