We come from the stuff of dying stars. Never forget this, especially on your ugly days.
Everyone will tell you this, but it’s because it’s true: You deserve so much better. So much.
Write a little every day.
Wave to your pain. Smile at it. But use tough love.
Be thankful for the breath in your lungs and the people whose company you enjoy.
There is still so much to be in wonder of on our little blue-green planet. Take long walks and have hour-long conversations with the trees. They’re wonderful listeners.
I am here, always, if you ever need anything.
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