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[moss_mystic]

i am starved for physical contact.
if you know me and feel comfortable and are willing, i could use a long hug.
i am going through a hard part of my life and am not okay, and don't expect to be soon. if you feel like you could listen, or just be in the same room with me and not have to talk, i need intimacy, that is, to know and be known, very much

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[nomadgrey]

Moss, it's going to be alright. Pieces of your self are gone, but you're still whole. Always remember that. I think that the reason it becomes so important to be known in times like this is because, with an old paradigm crumbling, one doesn't really know one's self anymore. At least not like they did. I'm feeling those holes too, but purgatory, while vast and dark, is raw chaos, malleable and subject to your will. Untethered from who you were, imagine who you'll be. I promise you, wherever this road through self-death comes out it'll be sunny and golden. And if you need a rock to cling to while you're swimming, I know you. I'm out there with you. I know it's not enough to make everything OK, it never is for me, but it's true. Give yourself a huge fucking hug and hold on until you believe it. You are not broken and you are not lost. You are one of the few people I've met who is god damned honest and good, and if thats not enough reason to love your mossy self than I don't know what is. Pay your rent, feed your belly, dance in your space, force yourself to laugh until it's honest, and plan your next move. No rush.

Love always,

Mouser
Grand Adventurer O.T.T.