Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.
Francesca Lia BlockHe said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.
Francesca Lia BlockIt was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.
Francesca Lia BlockShe wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
Francesca Lia BlockBut be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
Francesca Lia BlockYou always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
Francesca Lia Block