Marisa Donnelly

You pretend that what you feel is love for so long that you trick your mind into thinking it is.

I don’t care if there are a million and one reasons why our lives might be easier if we weren’t together; I’d take the most complicated, messy life with you over the one without.

I am not afraid to shed the skin that once was warm with your touch. The familiarity I wore like an extra layer—one, for the longest time, I was too stubborn to take off.

There will always be an excuse. Stop making one. Stop thinking you’re not ready, or that you need to be more prepared. Stop telling yourself lies out of fear. Stop doubting what you feel in your heart that you need to do. Stop waiting for someone to pursue you, or for opportunities to fall into your lap.

You question everything.

You don’t have to be at home or have a ‘home’ to feel the holiday spirit.

Let 2018 be the year you finally burn with passion—for the things you create, the work you do, the relationships you build or fall into.

I don’t want to be the thing that satisfies you, but only for a moment.

Sometimes the greatest gift is the one God gives us when we’re too busy praying for something else.

You’ve failed.

What defines you is what you choose to be defined by.

I hope you fill yourself with light, become light, create light. I hope you love yourself with such passion and fierceness, the people around you have no choice but to match.