The darling Lily Bevan forwarded me this letter a woman wrote to her daughter, full of advice, in case she were to die, and it just made my day, and now, let this part make yours:

“The main thing is just to try to be nice. You already are – so lovely I burst, darling – and so I want you to hang on to that and never let it go. Keep slowly turning it up, like a dimmer switch, whenever you can. Just resolve to shine, constantly and steadily, like a warm lamp in the corner, and people will want to move towards you in order to feel happy, and to read things more clearly. You will be bright and constant in a world of dark and flux, and this will save you the anxiety of other, ultimately less satisfying things like ‘being cool’, ‘being more successful than everyone else’ and ‘being very thin’.

-Caitlin Moran

If I have a daughter I’ll say this to her, but this will be the future when children are born with the internet in their heads, and she will be like, Mom you stole that, you didn’t write that, and I will be like, shut up and eat your robot peas.