“You,I think. I am terrified of you. Of how your kindness makes me like you in spite of myself. Of how you… — Elizabeth Scott Kindness Copy Share Image
She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago. — Elizabeth Scott Ends Copy Share Image
Kate, don't be like that. You know I only did so well because I yearn-see, SAT word- to follow you to college… — Elizabeth Scott Clown Copy Share Image
“...Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.' 'He didn't grope my face. We were talking. And he… — Elizabeth Scott Animal crackers Copy Share Image
Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you. — Elizabeth Scott Doe Copy Share Image
It could be enough, maybe, or at least a start, but the problem is that at night I tumble into dreams that… — Elizabeth Scott Cold Copy Share Image
It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are.… — Elizabeth Scott Bullshit Copy Share Image
And now I see what has been there all along, what I've noticed but never truly understood until now. Eli is as… — Elizabeth Scott Hurt Copy Share Image
I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made… — Elizabeth Scott Anxiety Copy Share Image
“The sun flitered in through the small, dirty windows, catches his eyes. They are brown, ordinary, but the way he looks at… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
I felt nothing all the time, and it had started to feel normal. It should have scared me, but it didn't. — Elizabeth Scott Feels Copy Share Image
I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping… — Elizabeth Scott Back together Copy Share Image
Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die." Kate… — Elizabeth Scott Middle Copy Share Image
I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and… — Elizabeth Scott Care Copy Share Image
The story of my life can be told in silver: in chocolate mills, serving spoons, and services for twelve. The story of… — Elizabeth Scott Chocolate Copy Share Image
Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away. — Elizabeth Scott Feelings Copy Share Image
What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t… — Elizabeth Scott Girl Copy Share Image
I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything… — Elizabeth Scott Dave Copy Share Image
You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You,"… — Elizabeth Scott Hair Copy Share Image
There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each… — Elizabeth Scott Being a girl Copy Share Image
Josh pulls me aside. "Hey, About before, I just... I wanted to say ... well, I think you're pretty special." He says,… — Elizabeth Scott Hey Copy Share Image
I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed… — Elizabeth Scott Firsts Copy Share Image
I love the me I am with him. I’m the girl who has Dave. I’m Lauren, Dave’s girlfriend. I’m someone better than… — Elizabeth Scott Dave Copy Share Image
