Noticed this link on Jezebel.com this afternoon: My posthumous advice for my daughter | The Times. It’s all lovely advice. Especially this:

“[C]hoose your friends because you feel most like yourself around them, because the jokes are easy and you feel like you’re in your best outfit when you’re with them, even though you’re just in a T-shirt. Never love someone whom you think you need to mend – or who makes you feel like you should be mended. There are boys out there who look for shining girls; they will stand next to you and say quiet things in your ear that only you can hear and that will slowly drain the joy out of your heart.”