Francesca Lia Block
You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.Collection: Storm
Every girl is a goddess.Collection: Girl
Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.Collection: Angel
Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.Collection: Beautiful
I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.Collection: Magic
She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.Collection: Flower
He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.Collection: Looks
Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.Collection: Art
...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.Collection: Dream
I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.Collection: Beautiful
Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.Collection: Tree
The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.Collection: Fighting
You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except togetherCollection: Blood
After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.Collection: Fall
love is the only thing we have to save usCollection: Love Is
Love is a dangerous angel.Collection: Love
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.Collection: Hurt
It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.Collection: Matter
Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.Collection: Baby
I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.Collection: Flower
At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.Collection: Girl
The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.Collection: Beautiful
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.Collection: Handsome
I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.Collection: Believe
I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.Collection: Song
If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.Collection: Father
I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.Collection: Running
When 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.Collection: Beach
Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doliphin friend. He would have merry eyes and thick flesh of a god. My fingernails would be tiny shells and my skin would be like jade with light shining through it I would never have to come back upCollection: Eye
What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?Collection: Heart
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.Collection: Loving You
She 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.Collection: Sweet
But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.Collection: Eye
This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.Collection: Beautiful
Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.Collection: Baby
What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?Collection: Preference
Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?Collection: Dream
In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.Collection: Order
Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.Collection: Beautiful
My mother said, "kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural" and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stoneCollection: Mother
My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.Collection: Real
Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.Collection: Beautiful
Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.Collection: Blue
Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nighttime up above, you can crawl out, but only for a little while. You feel ashamed of your matted hair, your torn clothes, the dirt on your face. Who would want to speak to you? They are all shiny and pretty. They have parents and house with gardens. What do you have? The earth. Whole handfuls of it. The lizard people with their slit eyes and scaly skin. Your loneliness. Your longing.Collection: Loneliness
I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.Collection: Beautiful
We 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.Collection: Book
Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it withCollection: Morning
You turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious — 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.Collection: Heart
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?Collection: Crush