I diagnose myself with hasn’t been naked in the woods or at the beach in too long
growaglow
i am silently rooting for all of you, all the time. even if we have not spoken, even if we barely know each other, know that i see you, i hear you, and i am rooting for you. it’s so easy to go about life feeling isolated and alone, but know that i am always rooting for you and the things that you hold dear to you. i do not mean it in a shallow or facetious way, clearly, i can’t ever know all your good days and bad days, but know that i am sending a silent wish to whoever is listening that things go well. there is always someone rooting for you, on the good and bad days and everything in between.
Opalized 80 million years old Ammonite measuring 2 ft. in diameter, discovered near Alberta, Canada
akindplace
feral-ballad
Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “See”
[Text ID: “How rare to see someone and feel. / How rare to see someone and know / you are not alone, / for your eyes are theirs, / your pain, too. / How rare to truly see someone.”]