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.
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.
names stealing-things long
My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember
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.
heart sorrow trying
Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.
sick people smoking
There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.
girl thinking perfect
I love the me I am with him. I’m the girl who has Dave. I’m Lauren, Dave’s girlfriend. I’m someone better than Lauren Smith, who no one noticed till Dave came along. The thing is, that girl isn’t me and I know it. But when I’m with him, I feel like I could be her. That if something in me was just–I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.
thinking people stuff
I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.
dream tired facts
I'd dressed up and hoped and I was so tired of doing that, so tired of dreaming and being unable to stop it despite the fact that I'd seen, maybe better than anyone here, what dreams could do to you.
sweet eye dark
Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.
watches middle please
Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die." Kate to Will
laughing lust elbows
Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.
thinking like-you drowning
I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.
hurt feelings looks
He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.