Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if itโs the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing
Ellen Hopkinsyou fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD
Ellen HopkinsI was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?
Ellen HopkinsSome 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 Hopkins