“ I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing. ”
I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
~ Francesca Lia Block
What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?
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.
This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.
