Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I can see why she feels left behind. Maybe even discarded. Is that why she refuses to accept my love and return… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
It's probably weird to think about an addiction like it's a sentient being, but that's how it feels. Like it's something living… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
God i've missed you. I can't wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Girls get screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I've been alone since my mom met Scott. He sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
