MARISA. 19.
BOOK WORM. TATTOO LOVER.
PHOTOGRAPHER. FOOD ADDICT.

“Words like air and lips like oxygen. He breathes life into my soul and all I want is to inhabit his.”

“But what happens when he is your romeo and you are not his juliet?”

“You weren’t just a star to me,
you were my whole damn sky.”

I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

wanting,

“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it’s an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.”

Nicholas Sparks, Message in A Bottle