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."

"There is no
for happiness.
No amount of kisses,
farmer markets,
cups of tea,
or core-shaking laughs
will fix you.
You have to save yourself.
You have to
for that peace.”
Michelle K., Recipe for Happiness. (via michellekpoems)