Marisa Donnelly

I think people believe trusting is weak, is naïve. But I’ve never agreed with that.

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.