Marisa Donnelly

I want us to be two imperfect people, stumbling and laughing and colliding into each other in a beautiful mess of emotion and hesitation and excitement and nervousness.

These bodies that you’ve touched, these lips you’ve kissed, the moments of growth and anger and frustration and patience and forgiveness and tender care cannot simply cease to exist.

I don’t care what the world wants of me.
Or who I’m supposed to be, how I’m supposed to love.

“It’s not about the clothing, the hair, the make-up. It’s about the way her smile radiates warmth, or how she dances when she’s excited, no matter who’s watching.”

I hope that the world lays out a road for us to follow. That it’s a messy road, a difficult road, but a road filled with love and laughter.

Failure implies that there’s nowhere left to go, but when you hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up.

Sometimes you fall, and sometimes you fall hard. Sometimes you love, and sometimes you find yourself in love. And then, suddenly your level of love has even deeper, uncharted layers.

She keeps smiling like a crazy person.

When I close my eyes and think about how the past years have gone, I can’t wrap my head around a life without you in it.

You are another woman’s man.
This is of utmost importance.

Never underestimate the value of a power snack.

If I were asked to define you,
I wouldn’t have an answer.

But I promise to be the girl that never stops trying.

When you date a woman who knows how to love, you realize what you’ve been missing.

We create rules for how people should fall in love, what love should look like, how two people should feel. But I say f*ck that.

Be in the moment, in the now, in the next step.

Maybe it’s timing, maybe it’s the circumstance, maybe it’s you, or maybe it’s me. But right now, I can’t look at you and say you’re the one I want. I can’t close my eyes and make something out of the space between us.

Listen seniors: This isn’t the best it’s going to be.