Marisa Donnelly

Listening to the sounds of nature.

I have too much heart, to a flaw. In my relationships, I care so incredibly. When I love, I fall completely, fully, fearlessly. And when my heart is broken, I forgive, let go, and continue loving because that is who I am. Who I’ll always be.

Like you’re underwater, trying to speak, but your words come out mumbled and off-key and you keep opening your mouth and it fills with water so you can’t speak. And the person you love is just floating, slowing sinking down, down.

A feather is a reminder that you are not alone.

For not letting you dwell on (or cry profusely over) a crappy game.

Sh*t doesn’t come easy. If it was easy, they’d call it baseball. (Just kidding.)

Smile, just because.

If you don’t like that direction, turn. Don’t turn back. Don’t turn around. Just turn. Right. Left. Diagonal. Cut across the grass. Take a back road.

The mistake I made in falling hard, I’d do it over, every time.

Buying a sweet treat from the ice cream truck. Because you hear that sing-song melody every summer afternoon. And because it will always taste better from the truck, no matter your age.

Am I warm? Am I cold? Can I feel?

The 3AM drunk munchies. Enough is enough.

#1: Know what teams are playing.

A mug of hot chocolate, complete with fresh mini-marshmallows on top.

Get a book and dive into it, whatever type of book it is. Really read the words, let them resonate in your skull. Contemplate what they mean, imagine yourself as the character.

You will miss me as the leaves change
and the swings rest still,
untouched.

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, but I did. Layer by layer.

For starters: How about Discount-Movie-Theater-And-Chill?