It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said,...
Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We’re off to see the wiza...
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 came when her brother first got sick, but also to keep her from...
It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological sig...
If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model and the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister, then New York is their cousin. Her hair is dyed autumn or aubergine or Egyptian henna, depend...
You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to...
Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe...
Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doli...
You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.
Do you know when they say soulmates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. Soul mate wanted. It doesn’t mean too much now. But soulmates – think about it. When your soul – whatever that is anyway – somet...
She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are ther...
I will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine... ninety-five... ninety-two... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Wh...
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
Believe him when he tells you you are beautifulit will only hurt you both not to(it is true besides)
Be love because you are.
Like pretty'what would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carriedthat knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty...
This way she could feel the rush of warm air, blowing back her hair as if she were a plant. She could go out into the night and become a part of it and forget who she was.
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