I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was… — 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
Same old boring boring story America can’t stop telling itself. What is this sicko fascination? Every book and movie practically has to… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one. — 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 am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project,… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because… — 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
