Marisa Donnelly

You drive me crazy. You make me want to scream. You make me want to cry. You make me smile from ear to ear. And sometimes you make me want to do all of that at once.

I get lost in books. And I want to get lost in you.

I don’t want thing. Things are just that—things—and they’ll never make me as happy as you giving me your heart and holding my heart safe in your hands.

When the time comes, we will learn each other slowly; we will become love in a way that’s gentle and soft like waves in a tide pool. We will learn who we are when we are together, when our lives consist of more than ourselves.

If you had to lose one of your five senses, which would you give up and why?

There’s no plans unless you make them.

But letting go of you
was like nothing else.
It was like watching a balloon
float into the sky and knowing
you’ll never get it back.

She’s the ultimate partner in crime.

This type of girlfriend is like a firework—beautiful, loud, and bright.

A home is a home is a home. Yes, this is the home you have always known, but you will find homes wherever you wander.

Please hold your head high when you know you are doing the right thing. Please keep your eyes focused forward when people try to pull you back. Please keep your sense of self, even when everything is crashing in on you and you’re terrified to take another step. You are enough. You are more than enough.

I want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel young. Young, in the sense of uncontrollable laughter, young in the sense of appreciating the simple things, young in the way we will be silly and childish and celebrate each other, every single day.

You make me see the world in a different light. You make my head spin in circles. You make the corners of my mouth turn upwards and stay frozen, a constancy I’ve never experienced.

You actually become more social. Living alone means if you want friends, you have to go get them. That means actively texting people to come over for dinner and drinks, or putting yourself out there to get invited to go out somewhere.

See, I’d rather be the girl you know felt something real than the girl who pretends you never mattered. Because no matter our outcome, you always mattered, and always will.

Because forgiveness taught me that I am stronger than any pain inflicted on me, and I always will be.

This world is aching and broken. It’s tired and weary. It’s lost sometimes. But that’s not all this world is. This same world that has hate in its heart also has love, so much love.

When we are called to do something by God, we must trust in Him. And we must do it. We must put aside our fears and doubts, our negativity and the negativity of others and trust in something greater than ourselves, no matter where this may lead.