Whole foods wild Alaskan sockeye
Toasted everything bagel cream cheese
Capers (under the fish)
Red onion, salad tomato
Hot sauce if desired
cold foam with a $5 frother W
pan seared over rice with corn
and a pickle I'm pickle rickkkkk
You must realize that you are the answer to your own prayers and you will be the one who saves you (or fails to). Do not sit around waiting to be saved but become your own savior, for that is the secret of life. You are the one who holds the keys to your own prison cell, don't serve a life sentence waiting for someone else to let you out
Both man and woman protect one another, but in different ways. These divine counterparts are made for one another, each serving each other in perfect unison. We are not the same but we are equals.
The trick to living the best life is to become the very thing you wish had been there for you in your most trying times. Be the love you wish you had recieved, the friend you wish you had. Give the advice you would have wanted to recieve. Do the kind act you wish you were the recipient of.
With onions and garlic, balsamic vinegar reduction
Leftover potatoes
Bro went to Bich nga cafe in Tampa Bay, Florida to try their food for the first time
You have walked through silent storms,
Unspoken griefs,
And the long corridors of solitude that no one else could see.
Every ache you carried,
Every late-night whisper,
To no one in particular — they became the scaffolding of your strength,
The quiet proof that you were still choosing life,
Even when it barely chose you back.
You’ve come far.
Not in showy miles or loud achievements,
But in the way your eyes learned to hold depth without drowning.
You’ve built tenderness from rubble,
Stitched laughter into places once torn by sorrow,
And planted hope in soil you thought was barren.
The ghosts of self-doubt may still hover at times — familiar, persistent — but now,
You meet them not with fear,
But with wisdom.
You have outgrown the need to explain your healing.
It pulses quietly in how you hold space for others.
In how you sit with your own feelings.
In how you no longer apologize for needing rest, softness, or truth.
You did not arrive here by accident.
You earned every fragment of peace now budding in your life.
You fought for your joy.
You negotiated with despair and walked away whole.
And maybe you’re still learning — still messy,
Still mending — but there’s grace in that too.
There is no finish line for souls like yours.
Only gentle chapters written in moonlight and cat whiskers and coffee steam and quiet victories.
And maybe today, this letter is one of them.
I see you.
You are not just surviving,
You are becoming.