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...
Max asked, 'Why death, do you think?''The Iroquois say that the world was too full, so the men and women got together, separately, to find an answer. The men came up with the idea of not having any mo...
She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her...
The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves – Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in hats and pink poodles, Venice with bronze horses and gondoliers, New York in cele...
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...
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.
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
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,...
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
He might be faithless but I believe in him.
I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.
It wasn’t that shocking kind of feeling they both expected. More like a huge sigh of relief spreading through them. Like your cold, naked body falling into a soft, warm bed, under covers, into arms. T...
It's scary to feel this much in such a dangerous world. Even if what you feel, overwhelmingly, like inhaling the precious, still-surviving existing earth, is not fear but love.
Like prettywhat would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carried that knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty...
I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
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...
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
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