It 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 BlockI saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
Francesca Lia BlockSometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.
Francesca Lia Block