A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.
Ellen HopkinsTag: kiss death ending paper airplane
Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings
Ellen HopkinsYou believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.
Ellen HopkinsTag: dr-starr
My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.
Ellen HopkinsTag: vanessa-o-reilly
I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. I considered the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of wilderness scaffolding my heart. Just a stone's throw away.
Ellen HopkinsSo you try to think
of someone else you're
mad at, and the unavoidable
answer pops into your
warped little brain: everyone.
Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?
Ellen HopkinsLove is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.
Ellen HopkinsWhy doesn't love come with an owner's manual?
Ellen HopkinsCertain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.
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