So you want to know all about me. Who
I am.
What chance meeting of brush and canvas painted
the face
you see? What made me despise the girl
in the mirror
enough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger,
only not.
So you want to hear the whole story. Why
I swerved
off the high road,
hard left to nowhere,
recklessly
indifferent to those coughing my dust,
picked up speed
no limits,no top end,
just a high velocity rush
to madness.
Life was good
before I
met
the monster.
After,
life
was great
At least
for a little while
You are a gift to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don't, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you have to do is find it. Do not give up on yourself, or the truths you have realized. Do not give in to those who could crush your dreams like nutshells. And never turn away from forever love.
Ellen HopkinsStichwörter: burned
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.
Ellen HopkinsSome people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way
Ellen HopkinsWould I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?
Ellen HopkinsBut hey,
I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?
Afraid to Die Loveless
Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity.
Alone.
Frozen.
I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.
Ellen HopkinsIt was the exact opposite
for me. At first all I
wanted was sex with her,
but soon I wanted more.
More sex, yes, in unusual
places, and all different kinds.
But that wasn’t all. I wanted
her to fill the empty spaces
left by a father who never
once praised me, ‘friends’ who
used me, an ice princess mom
who raised me with glass kisses.
Stichwörter: sex depression
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