She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago. — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“Under the idea that we can all make our own fates, that we have choices, is the reminder that sometimes we don't. That sometimes… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“All right, you caught me. I'm secretly obsessed with you and spend all my free time writing about you in my journal. 'Dear Diary,… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is. — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want...So then… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
School is just like having a job. You have to show up, you have to do your work, and you have to be around… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in."… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“No, it can't," I say. "It's— it's the kind of thing you want to say, that you want to believe, but it isn't— I… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself. — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
