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 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...
You have to make your own family, your own life.
When we don’t lay claim to our creative impulse to share what we believe to be true about ourselves and the world around us, an agony festers from self-diminishment, and another thorn is added to the...
What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?
Welcome Beauty, banish fear.
Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates of food — Weetzie's Vegetable Love-Rice, My Secret Agent Lover Man's...
Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nigh...
The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in yo...
She was free, still, like a child, the way it is before you are seen and then after that you can never remember who you are unless someone else shows it to you.
She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for som...
Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.
No one noticed Witch Baby as she went back inside the cottage, into the room she and Cherokee shared.Cherokee's side of the room was filled with feathers, crystals, butterfly wings, rocks, shells and...
Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.
I am not a hero, I am not Odysseus, there are no gods or goddesses guiding me. All I have is myself. And Hex's sword.
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.
At the next Goat Guys show, the band came on stage with their wings, their haunches, their horns. The audience swooned at their feet.Cherokee spun and spun until she was dizzy, until she was not sure...
You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers...
You turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious — wide and flickering like a butterfly-wing mask. When you saw me the wails turned to sobs, and then just quiete...