“I’ve been smiling at temporary faces looking into temporary eyes kissing temporary lips touching temporary bodies searching for you.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“We ache for the zing of a strawberry when we can no longer taste the seeds— like remembering you, bitter and beautiful on my tongue.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Sometimes I wonder if beginnings have endings or if endings are only beginnings of something else.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I can close my eyes and still remember the way the earth smelled like gravel and sunburnt skin, the cheap gas-station vodka burning my throat, a boy’s hand on the small of my back, the black, black sky watching my every move.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Whenever I was dizzy and drunk on freedom and loneliness I would look up to right myself again. And the sky, those roads, these stars would guide my tired heart home.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I tried to kiss away the emptiness screaming ‘I love you’ into the spaces as if I could fill him, us. He was my first experience with transience— searching for a residence in the impermanent.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“He kissed me, and I thought of all the names of the constellations, all the patterns I had yet to trace, all the world I had yet to feel underneath my feet.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“The roads called at night, always long and lonesome and winding. She always drove with one hand on the wheel, the windows rolled down, the gas pressed just a little too far. This was her way of running when her legs couldn’t carry her fast enough.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“She felt the interstate shift under her feet each step, a promise of who she would one day become.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Run wild with me. Taste the flavors of the earth on your tongue, drink in the sky, the sounds, the smells. I cannot be rooted to four walls, one town.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I don’t want my life to fit in a little box, to bend, to mold, to be a certain shape. I want to lean my head back and take in the sky and all its colors. I want to stick out my tongue and lick the fresh rain. I want to squish my toes into dirt and lay in the green grass and close my eyes. I don’t wa…”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“You and I were never meant to last too many elbows, too much skin two bodies intertwined in beds but never dreams.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“The highway slipped past our quiet tires, streetlights specks in the distance. I lost all sense of time, out of place from my suburban town, seeking solace in our silence. As we drove on, I watched the stars their quiet elegance magical, twinkling, unafraid. And on that unfamiliar highway I didn’t f…”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I was dizzy in love with the idea of love so much so I expected boys who were not men to chase me when what I really wanted was to chase everything that didn’t taste like home.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I should have known your kiss would taste like rebellion. I should have known those lips would hurt and heal.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Maybe our bodies are just hearts with legs and that’s why we’re so quick to run.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Only when the sun goes down do we allow ourselves to dream to imagine our hips swaying in the moonlight of another city, another town, hands held by a stranger who will soon steal a piece of our soul under that dark sky.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc