Twenty-three. Suburban Chicago born and raised. Writer. Poet. Aspiring teacher. Pisces. Runner. Lover of clean notebook paper, broccoli cheddar soup, banana smoothies, and a good belly laugh. Twitter handle: _marisadonnelly Facebook URL: http://facebook.com/marisaraedonnelly
1. She knows everything about you (and I mean everything…) That ugly guy you hooked up with first semester? Yeah…let’s sweep that under the rug and forget he ever happened. That one time you got your period in white pants? (Never ever again. I mean come-on! What were you thinking??) Thank God she wears a […] More
Is it strange that I think of you sometimes? Miss what we had, though we didn’t really have anything, did we? I remember your apartment, the beige walls, the pile of dirty clothes at the foot of your bed that you pushed aside and covered with a blanket as if that would somehow make it […] More
That little matchbox-sized machine with its backlit keys, LED screen, almost-good-as-digital camera, and ability to connect you as far as Japan and as close to the person next to you—your phone—it’s your baby, I get it. Your phone lets you count how many steps taken in a day, measures your heart rate, send/receives emails, organizes […] More
I was standing on a ledge right outside of the Cinque Terre train station, and I almost threw up. Not because of the height, not because of the bumpy train ride where I sat backwards and smelled onions the entire time, and not because I happened to get the stomach flu. No. Because of the […] More
You are driving on a country road. The dust is kicking up around you. The sunset is ahead of you. But the road extends for miles. Your hair is pulled back in a sloppy bun. Cold tears are dripping from the corners of your eyes, down your cheeks, and even to your chest. Sadness covers […] More
When you love someone with depression, you feel the suffocating, dragging sort of pain that comes when you see them cry or when their smile fades. But those that suffer from depression, negativity, and self-harm, the type of pain that is all-consuming, this one's for you. So, you’ve cut your wrists before? SO WHAT. No, […] More
