If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

The best gifts are rarely physically given to one another,
for the most part they are simply memories,
but one of the best physical gifts one can give
is simply a handwritten note.

I love this photo,
not because of how I look
or how it looks,
but because of everything it represents
and because of us.

Long, handwritten letters that you wrote with an old dip pen, that is what I like.
Not lines scribbled on the computer screen, where I can’t see your soul or feel your essence.
A single daisy that you picked from a garden, because it made you think of me, that is what I like.
Not a huge bouquet of neatly wrapped flowers, too colorful and smelling of lost identity.
The simple thrill of our hands intertwined as we watch the waves crash on the shore, that is what I like.
Not a dinner at an expensive restaurant where we both feel out of place and can’t talk with our hearts or feel with our souls.
The sound of your voice saying my name, filled to the brim with love, that is what I like.
Not a ticket to a concert of some band, where I won’t be able to hear your words, drowned out by the sound of a thousand beating hearts.
The innocent smile on your face as you see me, or hear my voice, that is what I like.
Not a movie, where we will be too involved with the plot to spare time to care about us.
So, I beg you, keep those grand gestures for someone who thinks they’re all that matters.
And to me, and this is all I ask, to me, please give the little things that construct the fabric of life.

there are two types of sadness

there's the kind that i can't bare
so i watch friends
and listen to happy music
and find someone to talk to

then there's the other one
when you know you're sad
but you want to isolate yourself
and just
drown
in the pool of emotions
listen to sad music
read quotes about life
and
basically
just feel empty