Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe with one hand and an empty glass in the other, and leaving Weetzie holding her arms crossed over her chest that was taking its time to develope into anything Francesca Lia Block
I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.
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Tallulah Bankhead
Falling In Love Is Like Owning A Dog.Throw things away and love will bring them back, again, and again, and again. But most of all, love needs love, lots of it. And in return, love loves you and never stops.
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Taylor Mali
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,...
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Laurie Faria Stolarz
It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.
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Cameron Conaway
The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.
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Rick Riordan
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