Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs –… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
the rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides,… — 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
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
It's not that I literally think I'm a fearie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. — 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 Image
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
