Jenna

“Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

“he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.”
― Ellen Hopkins

“Isn't it ironic . . . we ignore those who adore us, adore those who ignore us, hurt those who love us, and love those who hurt us.


Every flaw he held and every perfection he flaunted made her love him even more.

"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.”
― Ellen Hopkins

“Eyes Tell Stories
But do they know how
to craft fiction? Do
they know how to spin
lies?
His eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only
me. But are they empty
promises?
I stare into his eyes, as
into a crystal ball, but
I cannot find forever,
only
movies of yesterday,
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared
tomorrow.
His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairy tales?
I wonder if even he
knows.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Tricks