Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott
matter firsts stills
I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.
thinking want taste
I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.
sweet pain heart
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.
hurt uncertain understood
And now I see what has been there all along, what I've noticed but never truly understood until now. Eli is as uncertain as I am, as we all are. Life has surprised him like it has me. Has hurt him like it has me.
heart kissing want
Because I-I'm someone who wants to kiss you. Be with you." Eli says as if it is obvious, as if I know what is written on his heart.
heart cutting broken
I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.
talking want remember
Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.
heart wish mines
Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.
names stealing-things long
My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember
hands lied you-make-me-feel
I lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.
bread faces pouting
I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.
talking make-you-happy talking-about-someone
Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.
lying knows
But I know a lie when I hear one.
today stuff seems
it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will