You can't ever persuade someone to love you.
You must write the letter knowing that it will change nothing.
Its purpose is just to exist as proof:
"I love you for free."


{via}

it's always ourselves

image via

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day) 

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,

and milly befriended a stranded star 

whose rays five languid fingers were; 

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and 

may came home with a smooth round stone 

as small as a world and as large as alone. 

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 

it's always ourselves we find in the sea

{ I <3 e.e. cummings for having poetry that is also visual art }

       { and I heart poetry in general, for that matter. more on this soon. }

also.

finish each day and be done with it. you have done
what you could.
some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them
as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day.
you shall begin it 
serenely
and with too high a spirit to be encumbered 
with your old nonsense.

{r.w.emerson}