Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. Soul-mate wanted. It doesn't mean too much now. But soul mates- think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway-somethin...
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 of coyote and monarch butterflies, squirrels, bunnies, purple a...
I used to hate how afraid my mom was and how afraid she had made me. Now I understand but I can no longer be like her.
What did it mean for us? Because everything I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself - what does this mean for us. It meant that I was farther away from you, different. It m...
A kiss about apple pie à la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing...
Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the soft...
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,...
It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.
The fairy who was not old, not young, who was red roses, white snowfall, who was blind and saw everything, who sent stories resounding through the universe said, You much reach inside yourself where I...
You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together
Believe him when he tells you you are beautifulit will only hurt you both not to(it is true besides)
You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.
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...
You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen wh...
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.
Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.
But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.
Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch baby, a Dirk and a Duck, a Slinkster Dog, and a movie to dance in. You c...
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...
What 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 like the c...
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