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You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together
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Francesca Lia Block |
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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-something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape-when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The ..
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Francesca Lia Block |
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I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
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unrequited-love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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What sexual preference do you hope she has?" "Happiness." Isnt that cool?"
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love
sexual-preference
weetzie-bat
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Francesca Lia Block |
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If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken.
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finding-yourself
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Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you ta..
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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 roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
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pain
love
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Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one, by a touch or a look or a day skateboarding in a park, and they start to burst out of old hulls shells and they start to sprout. And pretty soon there are so many of them. They are named Love and Trust and Kindness and Joy and Desire and Wonde..
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Love is a dangerous angel.
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love
danger
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Any love that is love is right.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe. If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.
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inspirational
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Francesca Lia Block |
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choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything....
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Francesca Lia Block |
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She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs - pansies and rosemary - and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
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Stories are like genies...They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do
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inspirational
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.
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poetic
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
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Francesca Lia Block |
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You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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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 and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ...
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Francesca Lia Block |
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I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.
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love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.
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The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.
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reflection
mirror
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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 a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.
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If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you
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No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
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If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.
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I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.
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Nightingale" Did I wound you, mutilate. Take away your voice. Did I cut something from you. Leave you locked in silence? This is what you do: you sing. Every part of you. Your locks of hair sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. If I listen closely I can even hear your blood. Was I the one that took that away? Go down to the water where we used to swim. Stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. Open your mouth and s..
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love
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I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.
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sing
waiting
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What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?
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And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into herself. The tears spilled like a balm, like a potion, like a charm. In them swam a little girl whose father was dying without ever having seen her. In them swam a girl whose mother's magic - the only thing the girl envied more than anything else in the world, the thing that had made her invisible, the most precious thing -might be dying too. ..
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He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a 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 pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.
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At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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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 - something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape - when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it...
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Francesca Lia Block |
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If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps bug stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lipgloss in the rearview mirror, . . . Teeny plays the radio too loud and bite..
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Francesca Lia Block |
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You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.
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Francesca Lia Block |
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You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn't go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
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dogs
animal-cruelty
animal-kindness
pounds
animal-welfare
animal-rights
animals
dog
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