the things i'll tell my daughter

Try not to get involved with married men.

Use said men for content.

Actually, try to use every man you meet - married or not -  for content. Be an artist in some way. 

And when you write, write with classical music on a Sunday.

Do everything with your heart, even work. Especially work.

Don’t plan out your days in the morning. Just feel.

Nothing is real, but everything is real. 

Take at least one day a week to sleep until the afternoon. And then wake up and sleep some more.

Foundation is a hoax, and you really only need a good tinted moisturizer and concealer. And SPF, because I’ll probably pass my fear of throwing up from heatstroke down to you.

One tattoo is never enough.

You’re already everyone’s muse. 

Tomatoes and bread are acceptable at every meal.

Sparkling red will be the one wine that won’t give you a hangover.

Let people fall in love with you. Let them tell you they love you. Even if you know it won’t last.

Second chances from friends = tread lightly. Second chances from men = remember, content baby.

Now, I don’t want you to believe that people can’t change. They can. But be weary of the ones that want to change for a reason that isn’t for themselves. 

Don’t let people tell you home is one place.

Actually, don’t let people tell you anything. You already know what you want. 

What makes you different is what will make you successful.

Espresso(s) before noon. Any later and they’ll give you anxiety. I know it looks chic to have one at a cafe at 3 pm, but you will end up spending the evening spiraling. And you’re too beautiful to spend a Saturday night staring at the ceiling. 

Groups of 3 never work.

I’m convinced everything can be solved by going for a walk.

Don’t judge yourself when drunk texting. 

When you miss him, listen to his favorite songs. 

Never stop being proud of yourself. I mean it. 

And if you really want their attention, pretend they don’t exist. 

And I’ll tell you something my mom told me. Every time someone was mean to me in elementary school, she’d say “It’s because you’re pretty.” And I will be honest with you - I had glasses and braces and caterpillar eyebrows. But, the main message here is: the way people treat you is a reflection of how they feel about themselves. And if you can remember that, then you’ll be golden, baby. 

There are some things that are immortal. 

And I won’t tell you what they are, because you’ll always dream of them.