grwm to forgive myself
Varvara Yantovsckaya
the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in
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small joys
- sitting in the sun
- reading a book so good you can’t put it down
- warm blankets
- drinking hot chocolate on cold stormy day
- lying in bed while it rains outside
- starting a new journal
- ice cream
- going on long walks while you listen to music
- scented candles
- long car drives
- sitting on the beach, watching the ocean
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