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Francesca Lia Block

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

Blue, Glitter, Safe, Shake, Sparkling

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.

Body, Book, Combing, Female, Heart, Wine

I am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project, I give myself a little time and then start the next one.

Giving, Project, Thinking, Time, Write, Writing

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

Belong, Once Upon A Time, Time

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

Already, Broken, Glass, Glasses, Running, Shoes

Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.

Beautiful, Charms, Eyeshadow, Pink, Sugar, Sunglasses

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.

Beautiful, Dream, Home, Love, Thai, Trees

I dont know about happily ever after. . . but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.

Bat, Bats, Ever After, Happily Ever After, Know, Weetzie

L. A. kills people. ' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write. ' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . . Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after.

Cried, Lilac, Tell, Wall, Winter, Writing

Pain can give you sight or make you blind.

Blind, Giving, Pain, Sight

Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.

Beast, Boy, Boys, Loved, Secretly, Sometimes

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.

Blossoming, Dirk, Family, Stories, Tree

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.

Angel, Form, Love, Maybe

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

Holds

She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it, went to parties in hotel rooms where white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying the night their husbands shot themselves in the head, listened to music in nightclubs where stunning boyish actors had OD'd on the pavement.

Art, Husband, Lights, Music, Pavement, Stars

Stories are like genies. . . They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do. Our stories can set us free. . . When we set them free.

Dance, Sometimes, Sorrow, Stories, Weep

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.

Break, Dolls, Like, Look, Looks, Might

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.

Beautiful, Dreaded, Frost, Relief

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

Already, Desire, Heart, Life, Meant

It's scary to become a woman in this world. We have to understand that some of the messages we get, messages that we are not enough, are there to keep our power in check. We can't buy into these messages.

Messages, Power, Scary, Woman, World

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