Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?

Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive before they died.

I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My battered Impala was still parked there on the side of the road and I wanted to lie down on the shredded seats and sleep and sleep. But I thought of the bones; I could hear them singing. They needed me to write their song.