My name is Marisa. I'm twenty years young.

"She fell. She hurt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope."

"Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
— Vincent van Gogh  (via prachtigs)

I am avoiding you 

Running as far as I can in the opposite direction

But I cannot escape the memory of you

You haunt my mind as I lay in bed at night

turning and turning

trying desperately to erase the scars

the memories we made

I want to forget

But learning to unlove is hard