Francesca Lia Block

“Life was small but good. (15)”

— Francesca Lia Block

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

— Francesca Lia Block

“Why else were we here except to love?”

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You can't doubt so much, Psyche

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Every girl is a goddess.

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“The happier you are, the less you need.”

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I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

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“Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?”

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Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.

— Francesca Lia Block

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

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“You are in my blood. I can't help it. We can't be anywhere except together.”

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Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

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He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

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Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

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If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

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The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

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“He smells like night-blooming flowers Crushed, juicy petals on the pillows His voice is full of ocean Humming like the surf He…

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Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its…

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Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do…

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

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I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive…

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“I thought he had taken my soul, said Rev. I thought he took mine, too. But no one can. It's just been…

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“You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the…

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I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to…

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Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do…

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I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to…

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Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach…

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“When someone so young and lovely vanishes they leave a cutout in the atmosphere; they don't fade. They leave a place for…

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“Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up…

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You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes…

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You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you…

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“The homes of so many skeletons. People who used to fight over the last blueberry muffin at the breakfast table, get down…

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She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the…

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“And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into…

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“But the woman came to her them. The woman with hair of red like roses, hair of white like snowfall. She was…

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“She felt their envy and this broke her. The story ended, she couldn’t tell the rest, they’d hate her, she had to…

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“Nightingale" Did I wound you, mutilate. Take away your voice. Did I cut something from you. Leave you locked in silence? This…

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“Yes, the Beast changed. He spoke more now, and did not gaze at Beauty in the same intense, almost pained way, as…

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“Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but…

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If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with…

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