“when my hand fell from his shoulder it landed on his thigh and exerted just the slightest hint of pressure with my blunt, bitten nails. The denim of his jeans was rougher than I’d expected. Probably a cowboy sort of… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“And I’d be damned if I let the first photograph of me in ten years be taken on fucking Amtrak. I mean, the light… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“Understand that this is how it works with people like me. Self-pity is the sun around which we orbit, the great gravitational force that… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“when my hand fell from his shoulder it landed on his thigh and exerted just the slightest hint of pressure with my blunt, bitten… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“I never understand it when parents talk about sending their kids to school to “socialize” them. Children aren’t people. They’re barely even animals. They’re… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“The house stank of liquored-up Kool-Aid and delusions of invincibility. I” — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“God, I love the waltz, the way the elegance of the one-count draws your attention away from the restlessness of the two-three.” — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“Mutli-tools are like insults, girls - you should always have one on hand.” — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
“I turned at a noise from the hallway—but it was just Bones. He was lying on his back, licking his paws. If only men… — Elizabeth Little Copy Share Image
