Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott
heart feelings holes
The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.
cute mean kids
That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.
world darling
Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.
beautiful thinking love-is
I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.
dream people waking
I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.
hands would-be remember
I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.
world wanted loses
Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.
heart writing night
Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.
kissing thinking special-you
Josh pulls me aside. "Hey, About before, I just... I wanted to say ... well, I think you're pretty special." He says, kind of stumbling over the words a little. Like he's hesitant to say them, now i wish he'd hug me again. And then kiss me. But he doesn't. He just waves and walks off. I sigh. "Hannah, I just... I want you to know if I pause alot when I tell you how special you are I want you to think that I'm... very... very... deep," Finn says
perfection grace church
Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.
mother believe thinking
My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
real broken want
This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.
mean simple past
This is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.
girl pain feels
I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.