You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“The lesson of this life is not for me to touch you again. It is to accept who I am now and… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
This is not a fairy tale. This is not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“This was not a faerie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“This was not a fairy tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“The homes of so many skeletons. People who used to fight over the last blueberry muffin at the breakfast table, get down… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“West didn’t want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive stress of… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“It’s hard to remember what you fall in love with. Usually it is an expression in the eyes, an exchange, or a gesture or… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“When you look at pain as material it makes all the difference in the world. I thought, the pain that is too big to… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
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… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“My mind is like the valley—this vast barren waste. Car lots. Malls. Tract homes. I know there are other worlds beyond it—of canyons full… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into herself. The… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark tunnels that… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves – Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls for wild wolfish women… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
