be kind to yourself, it’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.
growing up, we learn the hard way that it is never the way we imagine it but happy shows up.
i wish somebody told me this when i was younger but i’ll tell you right now that your value is not defined by those who cannot see it.
let me tell you something: none of us fucking knows what we’re doing.
for the first time in a really long time—i didn’t run.