Marisa Donnelly

You must have brown hair, because he’s partial to brunettes.

Sure, you can comfort this person and teach them what real love is, but you cannot change their mindset.

We can’t spend our days obsessing over this future, hasn’t-even-happened-yet, somewhere-off-in-the-distance relationship because we won’t be present in the now.

“If you can’t have a conversation with her at 7 in the morning, when she has no makeup on, it’s lust.”

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.