She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.
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...
If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you
You said it wasn't fair. Over and over again you kept saying that. You said, There are so many kids that want to die. She's probably the one that wanted to live the most. I thought, no, I want to live...
We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?
People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.
No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red ro...
If you were sad about something that hadn't happened yet you couldn't be disappointed.
Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.
Dirk, this is Peace, Granola, Crystal, Chi, Aura, Tahini, and the twins, Yin and Yang, Duck said....They had all of us one right after the other. Me while they were into the total surf scene when they...
How to (un)cage a girllonger hair bigger breasts smoother skinflatter stomach whiter teeth smaller noseif you worry enough you won't have timeor energy to seewhat really iswhat could i have learnedif...
You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.
When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oc...
Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt...
The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.
I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.
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.
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.