Elizabeth Scott

I want to care, but I don__. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil."What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?"It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?"My mom loves it."But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires."What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.

I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

Because when I first saw you I thought_no, I knew_you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you're smart and funny and brave. But most of all," he grins at me_ "because I like questions.

it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.

I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now--Well, now I kiss him.

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can__ hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others_ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.

I didn't want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough to stand on its own. Something I could remember without any pain. - Kate

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.