to anyone who's having a tough time:

I hope this post finds you well — I just want you to know that you are not a product of your past mistakes, you are not defined by the love you've never received or the people who've walked out of your lives — you are wonderful in your own capacity and you are beautiful even in your quietest of ways, the crinkle at the corners of your eyes when you laugh and the way you front teeth overlap, you are real and genuine and unique and very painfully so and I don't want anyone to ever, ever take that away from you. perhaps you could be kinder and lovelier and smile more and cry less, perhaps you could have a bigger heart, perhaps you could be more tolerant, perhaps you could be more forgiving— there are so many things we could perhaps be but are not, and we beat ourselves up time and time again for being terrible people, for never being good enough and we beat ourselves up for feeling too much, for caring too little...but remember, you are a work in progress as much as you are a work of art, there will always always always be room for improvement, we are patchwork arts of emotion — these feelings, they're as real and raw and potent as much as they are yours, you have every right to be sad, to be angry just as you have every right to be happy— sometimes it's all about letting it go, taking it in, and just letting things be— as they are. do yourself a favour, let yourself live a little longer, love a little stronger for we are all human, we are vulnerable just as we are strong and sometimes all we need to tell ourselves is that it's okay. you're never, ever ever alone — you have me, me, this huge blundering mess in its entirety, me, the girl who talks too much and laughs too loud, me, the girl who feels too much and cares too little, me, imperfect in every way imaginable, me — a constant work in progress, me, promising you that I'll be here for you — whether you're in my life, past or present, whether you've done me wrong or I've hurt you in one way or another, whether we've only just met or I've known you for years— I want to be here for you, for people break things all the time, they leave despite their promises and sometimes never return, but I want you to know that people can also fix things— that your mere presence, your tiny celestial existence in my life could alter galaxies and the worlds that rippled within; and so I want to be here to tell you that you are enough as you are, that you matter, that someone still cares, and you'll be wrapped in light, in life, and all the brightness i could ever find in this world