The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.
Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you...
For frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above groundfor burned mermaids and sick vampire girlsfor wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
Life was small but good. (15)
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...
Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. Lanky Lizards! Weetzie exclaimed.Greetings, said the man in an odd voice,...
Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?
My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.
Love is a dangerous angel.
I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.
Love is the only thing we have to save us
What sexual preference do you hope she has? Happiness. Isnt that cool?
My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn't do anything except help me think better. I was at least thoughtful. Too thoughtful, my friends said. And all I thought about was myths and...
Be love because you are.
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.
I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.