the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

undiagnosing myself. there is nothing wrong with me i am #normal

me (an adult): yeah I’m thinking about running away

remembering (as a form of self harm).

what a privilege it is to come home to a little animal that loves you like you're their whole world.

The moon is the only thing that really joins us. No matter where you are in the world, you can see it. No matter how many centuries ago you lived, you must have seen the moon at least once. Everything changes, the moon is always the same.

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.