Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, โI think I missed you before I met you even.
Francesca Lia BlockYou turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious โ wide and flickering like a butterfly-wing mask. When you saw me the wails turned to sobs, and then just quieter heaves of your body. I held out my finger through the bars. Then you reached out and curled your fingers around mine, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.
Francesca Lia BlockWhen they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world.
Francesca Lia BlockSame 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 Block