Why else were we here except to love?
Francesca Lia BlockI want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.
Francesca Lia BlockOn the way to Santa Cruz Dirk and Duck stopped along the coast to surf. They stopped so many times to surf and eat (they finished the avocado sandwiches in the first fifteen minutes and bought sunflower seeds, licorice, peaches, and Foster's Freeze soft ice cream along the way) that they didn't get to Santa Cruz until late that night.
Francesca Lia BlockDirk, this is Peace, Granola, Crystal, Chi, Aura, Tahini, and the twins, Yin and Yang," Duck said.
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"They had all of us one right after the other. Me while they were into the total surf scene when they lived in Malibu, Peace and Granola during their hippie-rebel phase, and then they got more into Eastern philosophy-you know, the twins Yin and Yang.
The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.
Francesca Lia BlockWhen Cherokee and Raphael got back to the canyon house, they set up the tepee on the grass and crept inside it. They lay on their backs, not touching, looking at the leaf shadows flickering on their canvas, and trying to identify the flowers they smelled in the warm air.
"Honeysuckle."
"Orange blossom."
"Rose."
"The Sea."
"The Sea! That doesn't count!"
"I smell it like it's growing in the yard."
They giggled the way they used to when they were very young. Then they were quiet. Raphael sat up and took Cherokee's feet in her hands.
"Do they still hurt?" he asked, stroking them tenderly. He moved his hands up over her whole body, as if he were painting her, bringing color into her white skin. As if he were playing her-his guitar. And all the hurt seemed to float out of her like music. They woke in the morning curled together.
"Remember how when we were really little we used to have the same dreams?" Cherokee whispered.
"It was like going on trips together."
"It stopped when we started making love."
"I know."
"But last night..."
"Orchards of hawks and apricots," Raphael said, remembering.
"Sheer pink-and-gold cliffs."
"The sky's wings."
"The night beasts run beside us, not afraid. Dream horses carry us..."
"To the sea," they said together...
In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.
Francesca Lia BlockTags: love
We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters
Francesca Lia BlockHe said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.
Francesca Lia BlockThe happier you are, the less you need.
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