Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Don't Stop ...down, ...Down there ...down where ...monsters, ...Run! — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Am I more afraid Of taking a chance and learning I'm somebody I don't know, or of risking new territory, only to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Crank, You See isn't any ordinary monster. It's like a giant octopus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Not Exactly True That skin hate is dead. There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear. But when you… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Too many people believe they can control their drug of choice. But the drug is almost always in control. If an addict… — 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
