“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