“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
“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
